How does one write a play?
I bet I could do it. I might even be able to do it well. (Dialogue and I have been star-crossed lovers for decades.)
Why would I want to add to my long list of “try, try, try so hard I do cry” failures is perhaps the better question.
I should really just settle into my long pre-determined role of needy stump on the old family tree, but I don’t want to.
I. Don’t. Want. To.
I wonder if that just proves my selfishness or does it prove something better altogether?
Chloe, the stump who keeps reaching for the sky