word processor

In my playwriting class on Saturday, my third revision of the first scene of the play met with the greatest approval. I am revising it again for next week, but I suspect that I have finally gone far enough back in time to start before the story does. Almost. I want to have a production meeting with the producer addressing the assembled staff in something in the manner of “Though of Hamlet our brother’s death / The memory be yet green…” I feel a sort of momentum around this idea that I haven’t felt around the other beginnings.