Yesterday was a bit of a writing wash-out for me. I was like the cartoon keener with his pencils sharpened and his glasses on and his sleeves rolled up, ready for Inspiration to strike, but Inspiration instead went on strike and took a walk by the river. In dealing with that frustration I became paralyzed, but then I remembered my own advice: Write The Bad Play First. It doesn’t have to be golden at first go. I know that, but how easily I forget.