Today I drank coffee and skyped with Emily Dendinger, my playwriting homie and soulmate.
We wanted to do a lunch date but our digestive tracks and schedules didn't align with actual lunch. She drank her coffee. Out of a mug with a giant E on it.
A piece of advice, kids: find friends who do what you do and love what you do. Then talk about it with them.
Like begets like.
Conversations with Emily Dendinger make you sometimes jazzed about the work you're doing. Especially when you're on a mental health trip and have done more napping than working.
The idea that writing is a solitary venture is not my experience. I need other writers. Aaaaand I need everyone else in the process. I write plays, in part because I thrive on community. And Emily Dendinger is community, folks.
Read her stuff. It's fuuuuuunny.
Note: I googled Emily and found this picture. SHIT IS UNAUTHORIZED.
I am an optimist.