About nine o'clock, I wrote the word "End" in italisized letters. Finished. Complete, awaiting bows. My play has, astonishingly, come to closure. I actually started and finished something in a four-month period, if even that. I can't remember when I started it. But the amazing aspect is that I finished; a confidence is restored in me, I can do it, I can truly do it. I really hope it doesn't end here, stuck in a Word document. It's been an interesting night. I hardly believe I'm in college. I'd like better to believe that this really is my New York flat and that all the inspiration fluttering to me tonight is a sign of things to come; promises being made for more successes and accomplishments. I can see the reflections of my fingers on the screen, crawling over the keys and jumping this way and that about the keyboard. It excites me to see them like this. It fills me with selfish pride to see them so active, so communitivie, so inspired. And while the words that come may be meaningless and non-impressive, the act in itself is something to be proud of, to know what these hands cn achieve. I'm really too filled with emotion and inspiration to make sense of much else tonight, as funny as that sounds. All I can really say to close this is that I am very proud of my work, pleased with the way it came out and have only been minorly critical of it. I'm hoping to meet with Mr. T next week to discuss where we might take it. Cross you fingers for me, for another dream come true. Carrie