When I started writing what I’m now affectionately referring to as “The Attic Play,” I was worried I was just reproducing Edward Albee’s bizarre, hilarious masterpiece “The Goat, or Who Is Sylvia?” The danger in this was that Idris is way more well-read than I am, so if I was thinking it, he definitely would catch on to it. My main objective this morning became to differentiate myself from Edward Albee.
However, while The Attic Play may be bizarre, it is neither hilarious nor a masterpiece at the moment, so I’m not too concerned. The storyline is progressing semi-well, and it’s looking like a different one from The Goat. But still–I’ve got a long way to go.
Love, Alec
