Last night, I had a dream that I was a tribute in The Hunger Games.
But that, in addition to having to try to stay alive and not starve to death all while fighting off the other tributes, I also had to write a 100 page script in a month to be allowed to live.
I was running around, trying not to die, going… where am I going to find a laptop in the woods? Should I write it on leaves or something?
WTH, subconscious?
So… what do you think this means? 😉
Hillary DePiano is a playwright, fiction and non-fiction writer who loves writing of all kinds except for writing bios like this.



