My work is driven by the things I love. I know, I know, I am the first person to ever say that. But these things I love are a driving force in my work. Jam bands. The 1970s. British game shows. The environment. The Simpsons. Debates about philosophy. Puppets. My work takes these things that I love, takes them apart, and puts them back together again. I am, as the Grateful Dead once sang, seeking all that’s still unsung.

I write about artists, and what drives them to create. Again, I am confident that I am the first person to ever do this. But in a broader sense, I write about creativity. My writing explores the way creativity manifests both euphoric creation and frustrating loneliness.

Much of my work comes from love of, and connection to, weirdos and outcasts. Whether that’s radicals trying to be punk rockers or lawyers trying to fit in with the world of cowboys, I’ve always loved outsiders. My work tries to find the humanity behind larger than life characters. I write about these people finding community, finding places to fit in they’ve never had before.

Many of my plays come from an innate desire for the world to be better. I write about punishment and justice, about do-gooders trying to do good in a world that is inhospitable to real goodness. My plays are often funny, often angry, often weird, often full of song. They do not hold their punches, but are more fun to watch than a simple beatdown. A spoonful of absurdism to help the apocalypse go down.