While studying theatre arts at Central Washington University, I ended up wanting to be a playwright. Some many years later, it is not so much that I want to be a playwright but I AM a playwright even though it is highly unlikely that I will enter the title on a W-2 form. I have to write, no matter the pitfalls, blocks or rejections. I refer to Trigorin’s monologue in The Seagull where he majestically expresses how it is a gift and a curse. And why not refer to Chekhov after all? He was one of the greatest dramatists ever to present the human condition, perhaps second only to Shakespeare (let the debate begin).

Plays are my offerings to the world. And I understand they are like raindrops in a sea but the smallest of ripples can affect the tides. The greatest little bits of joy that I've experienced are those handful of responses from audience responses in which a play of mine, manifested from my imagination, moved them in some way. It is this joy that almost comes from a truce between the selfish and selfless. So to my fellow playwrights, here's to our curse and our blessing along with our pursuit of that joy!

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy - Hamlet - Act I, scene v