Heard from Greg K. that Dramatists Play Service is publishing The Truth About Santa.
Let the candy cane of the Apocalypse be loosed throughout the land.
Struggling through a mid-winter writer's drought here at the Museum, had to bail on a thing Matt Oberg put together. He needed ten minutes, I had none.
Gilles Deleuze has this to offer:
"How else can one write but of those things which one doesn't know, or knows badly? It is precisely there that we imagine having something to say. We write only at the frontiers of our knowledge, at the border which separates our knowledge from our ignorance and transforms the one into the other. Only in this manner are we resolved to write. To satisfy ignorance is to put off writing until tomorrow - or rather, to make it impossible."
And the blank screen stares back, unblinking.