After we had a round table of idea sharing, Adam Bock, a playwright who is “on staff” for the night, went upstairs to write his play. We all hung around and chatted, ate food and eventually we were all getting pretty tired. At 4:30AM I went upstairs to the writer’s lair where Ellen Maddow was looking for a story about the ocean, and Adam B was nearly finished. He laughed that all the assistants were now sleeping on cots while the writers were still busy typing away. I heard Adam laughing to himself. I couldn’t really sleep, so I asked to see what he thought was so funny. Tina Fallon (the producer) told me not to give anything away about any of the plays, so I won’t. But my oh my, Adam put some of my stories in his play. So perhaps before my official Broadway debut as a playwright, two of my shinning delightful (and hilarious) stories made it into a play that is going up on Broadway tonight. It’s pretty funny that Adam just ran downstairs and asked us for stories and then wove them into his characters. He’s a pretty talented fellow. We are both from San Francisco originally, so we talked about that for awhile. I already liked his work (Five Flights) but now I really like him as a person too. He’s a social butterfly. I can’t wait to see the plays tonight.
Questions for 5AM: I don’t know what to ask.
I asked Adam what his favorite play that he ever wrote. Without thinking he said:The Typographer’s Dream.
A quote from Tina: “We have too much amazing.”
I’m tired. I don’t even know what to write. But obviously I thought this experience would be fun. I get home at nearly 5:30AM, jump into my cozy bed. As I drift off into my real sleep, I tell my husband, who is used to my goofy stories about my day.