November 13, 2019

Tennyson this AM. What did they really think? Were they too submerged in the worries of semester’s end?

Extension of a Tuesday tradition of waking at 2 AM. Why? Woke finally while my character in the dream was holding a toy animal and singing a song called “Piggy, Piggy.”  I may have been singing out loud, for Circe was looking at me.

Went onto a web site for opportunities for playwrights, have been scrolling down for several minutes without finding ONE “opportunity” for which I’m eligible.  Women, yes, yes, and yes; lesbians, yes; rank beginners, yes. So far, not one for me or anyone like me.

Venice underwater. Now that I know that magical place it is a personal tragedy.