Working on The Green Bird and my brain sidles up to me, “Forget this one, baby. I’ve got a better idea.”

“Not now. I’m finishing this first.”

“How about this: We write a whole play in Fakespeare!”

“Go away.”

“OK, Plenty more where that came from. Gender flipped Peter Pan.”

“Ugh, no.”

“Two words: Casual vampires.”

“…That’s it? That’s not even anything!”

“A Cinderella story that’s ALSO a Cinderella story. Like, a sports one but ALSO the fairy tale.”

“Now you’re just embarrassing yourself.”

“No! Don’t put on your headphones! These ideas are solid gold, baby.”

“I’m trying to work here.” Puts headphones on. About to hit play.

“Lysistrata but they’re withholding the wifi passwords!”

“Actually that one… Goddamn it, no!”

I turn the music up and force myself to keep typing as brain produces second rate idea after idea from shady pocket inside coat jacket.