"True love is the greatest thing in the world. Except for a nice MLT."

You know that movie Romancing The Stone, where Joan Wilder, played by Kathleen Turner, is writing one of her romance novels and she gets so wrapped up in it she's a crying mess because what she wrote is so romantically sappy and wonderful, and yet she's alone and has never even had that kind of romance?

I think I'm turning into a Joan Wilder.

Thank God I'm not turning into a romance novel-er, but, minus a few depressing beginnings to plays, most of the things I've written lately have been romantic and sweet and the kind of thing you expect to see in a Jane Austin novel or an episode of Downton Abbey.

I have very little to draw on from personal experiences, so I'm not exactly sure where all this is coming from. I've had the odd surely-this-is-the-boy-I'm-going-to-marry moments, but they were pathetic in comparison to anything real and genuinely loving. Maybe I'm just drawing on what I hope will eventually be reality.

I should combine all these romantic scenes I have and title them "The Ridiculously Romantic And Sappy Side Of A Silly Girl Playwright".