Writing Veris...

Well, if I had problems writing a broody, gloomy, edgy play while on a sandy beach under azure skies, I certainly am not having any such problems now. Early autumn, not even September . I thought of a scene for the third act that should just murder the plot, but must make sure it remains a very small scene, because the more I think about it, the more it threatens to spill all over the place. Poison in small bottles, boys and girls, poison in small bottles.