Today I wrote a very important e-mail. It was a letter to Mr. T, asking for the permission to produce my unfinished play at Saguaro. I'm praying he'll say yes and I'm hoping that I don't lose whatever it is that I have right now that's allowing me to continue with this story so easily. It's funny, I was so worried about what the story would be about, how I would incorporate all the dozens of ideas I had for it, and now that I've just been working at it, just plugging away and plunging through, I'm having no trouble finding the story and fitting in everything I wanted to. It's a great, great feeling. I am so anxious for so many things, I hope I can slow myself down when they get here. Carrie