Telling the Universe to get stuffed

So today, serendipituously, I went to a playwrighting workshop! Dael Orlandersmith, the writer of Yellow Man, is in town, and I had the pleaasure of spending three and a half hours in her company talking about writing plays. What a great thing it is to spend time with other writers talking about writing. What more self indulgent past time could I find for a Monday morning? And Dael is full of wisdom, reminding us always to go back to the theatricality. The story. Do you have a good story for your play? Do you have a beginning, middle and end? And do you KNOW your characters? (I spent last night on my character descriptions, after my own "note to self" yesterday!)

And then on leaving the workshop, a dumb cow drove into the side of my car. So annoying. I am fine, but the car took about R12000 worth of damage, and the day was taken up with police reporting, insurance quotes, etc. And it would have been so easy to come home and not to write but I said NO UNIVERSE. SCREW YOU. I am writing a play this month, and there's nothing you can do to stop me! And so I wrote - only two pages, but I did it.

Thanks to everyone who sent me comments, nice to know we are part of a great big playwrighting community and not sad lonely writers, on this mission alone.

Now please excuse me, I have a play and a novel to write!