lost in the streets of Hamilton

Not me—my character is lost in the screenplay I am writing. Well, I guess I am, too—in my screenplay, not in Hamilton. I’m doing some intercut dialogue right now and I’m not sure how to do it. I just ordered a text on format, coming in a couple of days. One learns by doing. If i live long enough I’ll know everything. (No one lives that long, not even polymaths.)

This is just to let you know where I’m at. Act Three, that’s where.

and another

I found Lolly Willowes. I do own it and I must have read it but I’ve started to re-read it, while I pedal—on a stationary bike with a back so I can sit and hold a book while I pedal.

Anon