Yesterday, when I had decided to give up the play—let it go, it’s hopeless—I took a breath and opened up to what might come instead. It seemed appropriate because it was early morning and still dark out, and I was supposed to be meditating.

I read a book about Joseph Campbell mythic structures and Carl Jung archetypes. Totally up my alley. For better or worse, ideas and possibilities are careening and exploding in my brain.

Speaking of writer’s block, it doesn’t exist! I read Sarah Rhul’s essay “Writer’s Block” and apparently it’s not real. As she said, it’s more like “the studious avoidance of writing.” She compares it to “exercise block,” which I have also developed. She gives a number of reasons for avoidance, all of which gave me pause.

We went to Firelight Theater’s reading of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s play Aria da Capo. She wrote it in 1919 and one of the most impressive aspects of Aria da Capo? It is timeless. Written over a century ago, yet it is entirely applicable to our current reality.