9 plays in 7 days.

Maybe it's the kickstart of Daylight Savings Time, or maybe it's the Coca-Cola from Mexico I had earlier, but either way you swing it, I'm up WAY past any semblance of a bedtime. Which isn't bothersome (it will be tomorrow when I'm trying to get work done I should have been doing already), and happily allowed me to be online, on Twitter, to see Zachary Quinto post the phrase "9 plays in 7 days" in this tweet. And that got my brain churning over next quarter's play fest here at OU. I'll do ya a few better, Mr. Quinto. Twelve plays in four days. A mix of readings, stagings, and studio productions from the Graduate playwrights of Ohio University's professional playwriting program. It seems a world away at this point, as I hunker down for five intense days of project deadlines and finals, but the Seabury Quinn, Jr. Playwrights Festival will be upon us soon and I'm stoked about it.

So stoked that I will bid thee good night so that I might slumber a bit before getting up to work on more revisions of my new draft. More on THE FACE OF CONTRITION later --- for now, I need to write it out, lest I talk it out.

Oh, and next time, let's talk about zombies. Not even kidding.