A few days ago, I read this article by Joshua Wolf Shenk on the science of creativity. (If you don’t follow @stevenbjohnson, it’s your loss.) I am now obsessed with finding at least one great collaboratorâ€”one great director with whom I can fall in mutual creative love. Of course, I can’t just raise my hand and say “Excuse me, universe? I’d like a collaborator now, please. Â Thank you.” It has to happen organically. But I want it, and perhaps wanting it is the first step.
This isn’t to say, mind you, that I don’t already have that sort of relationship with my wife: we couldn’t be any more well-suited in that way. It’s also not to say that I haven’t had good working relationships with the directors who’ve interpreted my work; I’ve actually been really lucky in that regard. But I haven’t had that one great partnership every playwright dreams of. (I assume every director dreams of the same thing… am I wrong?) I haven’t found my Gregory Mosher, my Lloyd Richards.
I am ready now, however, for that person to appear.