The nice thing about adapting a work of art into another form, such as a novel into a stage play, is that you never get asked, at least as regards the adaptation, where it is you get your ideas. Of the...I cannot tell you exactly how many minutes it took me to write the play. I can tell you that it took an uncountable number of improbable probabilities, of twisted Fates, to bring you what was brought

No bones about it, then: The Man Who Was Thursday has been a qualified hit . Tickets are at wait-list only at this point, and although New Leaf dearly wishes they could extend, a number of factors... Sigh. Already I can hear my mind forming ways to temper this declaration. My problem isn't so much that I need my ego to get out of the way as it is that I need it to bother showing up once in awhile

Speaking of commentary track, last night I conducted an experiment, with assistance from my colleague Nick Keenan , in opening up the process and production even further by live-tweeting The Man Who...Wilhelm Scream. - End of Play . Great job, all. - NEW LEAF: Curtain Call . - NEW LEAF: Many thanks to @bilald for all his insights into THURSDAY. Now, we're all going here (the bar.)

In hindsight, it seems obvious. The cannier theaters on the international landscape have, for some time now, been utilizing the new web media as a means of enticing audiences into their seats, through... TALKBACK . If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get. But maybe, if you want to have a conversation, you need to create an environment in which a conversation can be expected to occur.

"Remember, remember the Fifth of November, The Gunpowder Treason and Plot, I know of no reason Why the Gunpowder Treason Should ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent...see where the play is now. And I wonder what other milestones of my life future Guy Fawkes Days might bring. After all, November 5th, 2005, was the night I got engaged. Remember, remember? Easily.

I suspected as much might occur. There have now been two separate reviews of The Man Who Was Thursday --Monica Westin's in NewCity and Dylan Nelson's in the Diversions section of the Loyola Phoenix...characters within it. I am looking at the humans. I am placing in cold iron manacles the fear that the work I do will be a millstone around the neck of the project. And this is who I am right now.

I've told this story before. I've told this story here before. It was, however, almost seven years ago that I told this story here, and I'm thinking of this story now in the context of current events... I'd hope not. It's something I imagine I'll be vigilant of, if I'm fortunate to get that far. It's something I imagine Neil and Hector will bring to my attention if I fail to notice it on my own.

You there. Yes, you. Hello. I was just passing by and I happened to notice something about your appetite. I apologize, of course; in most circumstances it is decidedly uncouth to approach others and make...do hope so. It seems whetted. Certainly the quantity of whet to be found in your appetite is of a much healthier proportion than it was just a few short minutes ago. My work is done here. Good day

It's not that I would have made a good soldier. I wouldn't, not really, not in any military worth the billions of dollars poured into it. I too fiercely value my individuality to indoctrinate into the...throughout the run, no, you might not get me to shut up about it until the show closes in November. You might not get me to shut up about it ever , now that I can talk about it. C'est la vie.