It's the Intermission
A Creative Coffee Break

This time last year, our house was about to empty of furniture. More importantly, our dog and cat were about to prove to us even a four-day trip across country, sharing the backseat of our car, would make them friends. Ever.

Ever.

I mean it.

Ever is not a word I use lightly.

Ever, never, always, try, yes, but, and just are words much overused. Thus, I aspire to under-use them.

A shake-up for "Intermission/Writing the Play" is in the works, too. The journal will be moving away from Typepad. When depends on if, uh, I can get the new site setup to my liking. I decided to revamp the journal from scratch, which required dusting off my CSS skills. Not pretty, my friends. Of course, we’ll stay here until "then."

Perhaps even more daunting, I took the "write a poem for 30 days" challenge for National Poetry Month. Every good lesbian writes a bit of bad poetry now and then.

Meanwhile, exciting to a theatre slash word nerd like me:

    New York Magazine has reprinted three of Steve’s crossword puzzles.

I’ve been looking for the book of the Sondheim puzzles for years.