In 4 short days, my play will be on a stage, with actors, in front of an audience. It’s taken 8 years to get to this place. It’s been an exercise in patience. It started as an exercise in writing at CSU Summer Arts in 2004. It started with a character named Lydia. Then Caroline emerged in another writing exercise. Lydia evolved into Lavinnea, Caroline’s mother. The funeral scene was the first scene written of this play. There were scenes written, patched together and called a play. It was read publicly at the University Heights Arts Festival in 2006?? in the Diversionary Space. My friend Anthony read Lavinnea. The audience, art walk patrons, laughed. My friend John, a retired writer, told me to pay attention to that. This was unpolished. They laughed. A lot. I tried to rewrite. I should mention now that the Summer Arts workshop was my first exploration in depth at playwriting beyond my one introduction to playwriting class at UCSD. A second draft was written. Bad execution of play and reading. Killing off a major character didn’t work. Play went into hiding. Kept writing. The girls kept coming back to haunt me. John kept bugging me. Last November he called, cancer came back. Last January, he produced a staged reading, this time at Twiggs, this time he heard some new stuff before he left us all. It has now evolved into around 90 pages (we keep cutting stuff out of the play so I’m guessing at this point.) You all get to see it Friday.