April 24, 2022

Unvarying, distracting pain in the toe. Discomfort mixes with anger.

Most glorious weather imaginable. 

Yesterday’s reading of The Frankenstein Rubrics was excellently done by the cast but gave me distress as a playwright. It was not right. I took what I learned and did a hefty (though not essential) revision, which I hope D will accept and which I hope materially improves the piece. I think it does. Each revision takes it further from the vaudeville-y romp they anticipated. I hope they’re all right with that. 

Sitting late on the front porch I watch silvery skinks with heads like tiny submarines frolic in the last sun.