I'm here.

There are tonnes of things I could be doing but I can't think. I'm in limbo. My director - I don't think I told you - has been diagnosed with cancer of the colon and he is undergoing surgery on November 13, the day of the public reading. Prism Theatre has found another director and I am about to meet him in an hour. He accepted the offer because he says he likes my play. That's nice. What else can he say?

I'm numb. I've lived with this play for so long, I can't think any more. It's not a watershed time, it's end of the road.

I've started making Christmas lists. I can't think of anything more to do.

This is a ridiculous blog.