The Playwright, Along With Any Writer, Composer,

I Am A Doctor. A.b... M.a... Ph.d... Abmaphid! Abmaphid Has Been Variously Described As A Wasting Disease Of The Frontal Lobes, And As A Wonder Drug. It Is Actually Both.

I Find That When My Plays Are Going Well, They Seem To Resemble Pieces Of Music. But If I Had To Go Into Specifics About It, I Wouldn't Be Able To. It's Merely Something That I Feel.

Curiously Enough, The Only Two Plays That I've Done Very Much Revision On Were The Two Adaptations - Even Though The Shape Of Them Was Pretty Much Determined By The Original Work. With My Own Plays, The Only Changes, Aside From Taking A Speech Out Here, Putting One In There (if I Thought I Dwelled On A Point A Little Too Long Or Didn't Make It Explicit Enough), Are Very Minor; But Even Though They're Very Minor - Having To Do With The Inability Of Actors Or The Unwillingness Of The Director To Go Along With Me - I've Always Regretted Them.

I Know Playwrights Who Like To Kid Themselves Into Saying That Their Characters Are So Well Formed That They Just Take Over. They Determine The Structure Of The Play. By Which Is Meant, I Suspect, Only That The Unconscious Mind Has Done Its Work So Thoroughly That The Play Just Has To Be Filtered Through The Conscious Mind. But There's Work To Be Done - And Discovery To Be Made.

There's Always The Danger That There Are So Damn Many Things That A Playwright Can Examine In This Society Of Ours - Things That Have Less To Do With His Artistic Work Than Have To Do With The Critical And Aesthetic Environment - That Perhaps He Does Have To Worry About Whether Or Not He Is Writing Too Fast. But Then Also, Perhaps He Should Worry About Getting As Many Plays On As Possible Before The Inevitable Ax Falls.