Reading all these Plays

Reading all these plays invigorates my mind more than I thought possible. This morning, as usual, I woke, did my daily routine of chomping, chopping, consuming, washing, and then came to my computer with my coffee/tea and read some blogs as well as Enemies, at least some of it. My mind is an incredible barometer for my intestines. I am judgmental, defensive, embracing, shoving things in without thought as to what order is best and how much would be adequate.

I want to write plays that carry meaning for family and the things of today, but I haven't found many of the plays of the contemporary era to really vitally put me into life's orbit. I feel a little on the outskirts of this, as if I cannot rouse my own emotions on the matters of the contemporary artist, because I do not struggle with divorced parents, alienating friends, sex outside of marriage etc.