I love a play with meat
Blood
Fangs
Something scary
Something honest
Something that gives an audience a thought they’ve never had before

I’m also starting to use the word blueprint
Instead of script
Because construction goes so far beyond me putting the world on the page

At some point
For a particular moment in time
The whole story becomes uniquely ours
And it will never be done the exact same way with the exact same beasts of memory again

I think that’s something quite special

So far, I've noticed I write a lot about death and identity

We'll see what comes next

Please enjoy.