…and by “in the can” I mean “done,” not “in the toilet.”

I have completed a 12-page first draft of Anna And…. One thing I know that's better about it from when I started writing it is the title. It is now called Count of Three, which is such a better title I hardly know what to do with myself. Goodbye, Rural Juror!

Thanks to the two playwrights who had their work read at Mytown's Playwright's Lab tonight — their work was good and quirky and a whole lot from nothing and it inspired me to finally get off my butt and finish this thing.

Best quote from lab tonight: {Motormouth], you are an endless fount of information.

My reply: I know a little bit about a lot of things that don't matter.

I should give props to Monstro, though, who told me that ghosts can't cross running water, which one of the playwrights didn't know, even though her pages featured a ghost who lived near a brook. Thanks, honey. He's reading Count of Three right now, under strict orders to only tell me what he likes about it tonight, and to save the criticism for another time. Because really, a woman can only take so much, and, after all, he's kind of a dick.