A year ago I sat on my glasses at a reading of the first 10 pages of WATER CLOSET, my two-act drama. For the rest of 2010 I drove in fear due to what I have since learned are stigmatisms brought on by my football-shaped eyeballs. See, I really am a Bruin through and through.

However I like my glasses less because their frames are the same name brand as my favorite perfume, and more because not only can I finally see, but I also feel more rested after a nights sleep; strange how that works. Behind me is a bookshelf, what we librarians call a “stack”, holding rows of printed words of the mostly male playwrights whose words I don’t read anymore.

I cite this image because I shot it in February sometime shortly after the glasses and hair, but during the middle of my faculty librarian contract negotiations; Accreditation visit preparations; the usual turmoil associated to a weakened economy and whether or not I could take a trip to LA: the gasoline versus groceries question; sometime before the real tragedy that the people of Japan are suffering through even as I write this; sometime in the little short month of February, I rewrote WATER CLOSET.

This rewrite is not my first. Not my second. Not my third. But the third based upon notes of an intelligent, intuitive, and highly-trained director, who also happens to want to develop female American playwrights writing about the American experience.

I did receive more notes and have a lot of work to do, but I would also like to announce that on 11/11/11 from 7:30-9pm WATER CLOSET will be read in New York as part of the Dramatists Guild of America Friday Night Footlights series. Cyndy Marion, Producing Artistic Director of the White Horse Theater Company, is directing.

After all these years I am finally going to New York City. And even though you may see me taking the harbor cruise and crying at the sight of the Statue of Liberty and the rising Freedom Tower at ground zero, I am not really going as a tourist, but as a playwright; a female American playwright who is damn proud of us all. Go LA FPI!