I was saying, Thank you. I was saying, Wow. I was saying, I’ve never had a play on Broadway, wow, gee, cool. It was all new to me too. You know, Brave new world, ’tis new to thee. It was new to me. But now I’m looking at it, and I can look at it because I’ve written a lot of stuff since then—a novel, many, many, many plays, movies, TV shows—and I can say, Oh, this is what I’m doing. That’s all I do! I just do it. Luckily, my husband makes dinner, so that’s super helpful. I just get up in the Christmas s are only acceptable as a cry for help shirt but in fact I love this morning and go about my bits. I don’t spend too much time on my devices. I’m not a Luddite, I love technology, but I’m aware that I would prefer to sing my song and allow others to hear the song of the soul than to consume something that might not be the most beneficial to me.
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Yes. They tell me what they’re going to be, up to a certain point. Take Plays for the Christmas s are only acceptable as a cry for help shirt but in fact I love this Plague Year. That told me what it was going to be: Write a play a day. Okay, plays, great. What it became? What it has become? Mind-blowing. Write a play a day while you’re on hiatus from your TV show. Okay, keep busy, do something. Writing a play a day when the hiatus became a pandemic, when the pandemic became the summer that George Floyd was murdered, still writing a play a day, going, Holy shit, I don’t know what to do, I just gotta keep writing because I said I would, I promised the Spirit that I would keep showing up, I’m afraid. Writing a play a day when the pandemic was ongoing and George Floyd was murdered and my husband, Christian, became very sick from COVID—keep writing, keep writing. The kid is out of school doing remote learning, we have a small one-bedroom apartment, and my office is in the living room, so he’s sitting five feet away from me on Zoom with the third graders, and my husband is sitting on the couch because he can’t breathe when he lies down. So there we are; that’s the scene. I wrote for a whole year and a month, and I still didn’t know what it was. And then we started rehearsing it, and the Public Theater said, “Please, we want you to do this as a show.” And I still didn’t know what it was. And then Oskar Eustis, the artistic director of the Public, said, “I want you to be in it. You wrote a part for The Writer. I want you to play The Writer.” I was like, Okay, I can play myself. It has 23 songs at this point, and I’m just now realizing what it is: It’s a theatrical concert so that we can all process the year that we went through. We can all come together and sing the song.