Compliments on your bravery and honesty - again it is overflowing in this essay as it has been in some of your more recent offerings. This piece doesn’t exist in the detail it does without tremendous personal bravery and one less speck of it would not have hit the home run this does. This piece speaks to the fundamental nature of

theatre creation

and that is complete destruction.

Our nature and our society tell us to build things that are dependable, careers that endure, destinations that thrive and plays that get repeated over and over. But at the core of real creation in theatre is the edge of ignorance, every theatrician who has stood on that precipice of certain demise, who has been through the fire of humiliation a promising project gone awry hands us , everyone of them knows your story and it sings to great endeavor like a clarion call to not surrender. It’s a beautiful flag. A gift. Conscious and knowing. Many cannot appreciate theatre wounds. The endeavor seems capricious. Why should anyone get so upset? The Willy Loman moment when you figure the it’s just better if you go. This is the true danger of the theatre life and to distill it so clearly gives us all a drink of what people in the theatre thirst for most: reality. So echo. Glad you’re a few feet from the edge now but still daring to share the truth.