Lots of baby-watching today but also a ton of writing. The fourth draft of my Anna Nicole play is up to 27 pages; the third draft topped out at 18, so nine pages in two days, I'm happy with that. And I don't think that they suck. And now Anna Nicole doesn't enter until page nine, whereas in the third draft, her entrance started the show.

Monstro asks, “do you really need that much” and it's a valid question; perhaps it's overwritten but I don't think so — remember, in the third draft nobody even figured out all the characters were dead until well into the play, and I'd never intended to obfuscate that, so the things that I did intend to obfuscate? Need a little more background as well.

Tomorrow is Mothers Day and Monstro has offered to pay off my electric guitar but I'm not certain it's the one I want anymore, because (as Patrick would say) it's the “cheap Squire Strat” and I think my music deserves a fuller sound, because I don't know if you know this about me but I have a lovely big singing voice and could totally be famous.