I hadn’t written a memo in a while, and I’d forgotten how good it feels to write a few hundred words of impassioned nothingness. Not quite a plan, but also not a sermon. Just an opinion, written down and transmitted. It feels good to write down what you think or believe, even if you stop believing it soon thereafter. You can get a rush of adrenaline just by writing something down—isn’t that amazing? Free to anyone who takes it.

In general I think that writing is powerful in that way. You can feel something by writing, feel something by reading, feel something by speaking it out loud—even to yourself. You can write down something absolutely bonkers that you think you could never achieve, but then just write that you’re going to achieve it. You can feel giddy, drunk on the power of silly little words that didn’t exist until you wrote them down.

I’d always known this, I think, but the past year for me has been sort of mind-blowing. There comes a point I think when you realize that writing things down can make them come true, and writing them down over and over again makes it even more likely. You can just sort of... write things into existence. People do it every day of course, for the stage or the screen, but what the heck is this whole thing if not just another stage.