So I have to write this play for January... but I have not wrote it yet.

Why?

That is a good question.

My life has gone from absurdly busy to completely open.

And suddenly I'm finding it hard to do anything.

Why is it that the more stuff you have to do, the more stuff you feel you can get done?

Or is that just me?

Maybe?

I'm just a little... lost?

Woman:

It's going to be a play about... women. That's all I got so far.

Well I'm lying again, but trust me, this story is going to be quite a bit more interesting then even I'm giving it credit for!

I hope...

We shall see.