Years ago I wrote a full length play called Pieces Of Evelyn which but for a few dark scenes is pure comedy. I laughed out loud most of the time I was writing it. I often think about it as a beautiful, pain-free birth. I'm longing for another creative birth like that...
The other day, while washing dishes, I thought...
I've lost my sense of humor.
Next thought, from out of the blue was...
It could be worse.
I could look like Keith Richards.
I had an out loud laugh at such an odd thought, I never think of Keith Richards, then carried on with the dishes, grinning.
Note to self: nothing's ever lost.
