You know you’re in the Indy Convergence when you’ve written four (FOUR) new drafts of your script in one week, been to the airport twice, hung curtains, had a music meeting, duplicated keys, loaded speaker equipment, and located the source for clear vinyl dance-floor tape. (If such a thing as clear gaff tape exists, it’s not in this town.)

As I keep saying to Robert every time I walk into a room with him in it, “Robert! Welcome to Indianapolis!”

Yesterday we picked up Ashley, a visiting choreographer from New York, and spent time configuring the space, hanging newspapers and newsprint curtains, laying Marley dance floor on the gray side.

This morning, I took Ashley to renew her license at the Indianapolis DMV. There was no line. She was seen immediately. We walked out of there with a brand-new license for her less than five minutes after we entered. There’s also no such thing as traffic in this town. Snow, yes, but no traffic.

I’m on my way to the airport to pick up Tony, who’s playing Oedipus. We have a small-group readthrough of Draft 5 of 13 WAYS OF LOOKING AT THE CHORUS tonight, and our first open community workshop tomorrow.