Storm clouds raging this morning. Fat rain drops battering the window. Lush ivy green on the wall of the building opposite me.

Yesterday had a breakthrough writing my play, 'the dream play.' Close to the finish. Sometimes the inspiration comes from slogging through the muck.

It's another mad concoction, not really sure what it is, but ultimately I think it's about imagination unbound. Some of it is 'in the moment' stream of consciousness. Some of it is tightly constructed. It's all jumbled up. Makes it intriguing to me.

Wonder how other 'minds' will find it.