Once More Unto The Breach
Tales of my second go-round with breast cancer before the age of 40, and everything since.

For a Chaser

Last year March I sent a message to a bunch of friends and family members that began:

Read this:


It starts like this:

Last night I saw someone do something very brave. My friend, Theresa Rebeck, a very successful playwright, TV writer and novelist, got up in front of a group of theatre people and talked about gender. She talked about how her career has been hampered because she is a woman. She talked about how she became toxic after a bad NY Times review. She talked about the abysmal number of plays produced by women. She talked about the missing women’s plays.

It’s long but very worthwhile. I have wanted to write a play for a REALLY long time, and now I feel like I have no choice.

* * *

Well, it took me more than a year, but two weeks ago I started a playwriting class, and last week I wrote the first part of the first scene of the first act of my first play.

The next night I got to hear it read aloud and then discussed by my classmates.

I don’t know where it’s going, if anywhere, but I am just so happy to be at work on something that is challenging and important to me.

I’ll keep you posted.

Oh, and by the way, so far all of the characters are women. And most of them are not young. Might as well try to tackle a couple of other imbalances while I’m at it. . . .


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