Sometimes plays get printed.
Sometimes printed plays even get read.
But they are truly nothing more or less than blueprints.
This play is coming to life for the first time now, growing -
whether they are awake or asleep at this early morning hour -
in the spirits of the young actors who will perform it a few days from now.
Their discovery (and mine) each day at rehearsal is amazing, exhilarating, painful, hilarious.
But only then - when the audience enters - will the play be finally born. Then, the circle closes; then they'll know how it feels; then I'll know what it is I began when I wrote the first line.
(Springtime, Salina, 1988)