When I decided to apply to an MFA program it was 2006. I was living in NYC, working as a paralegal, and feeding a budding sneaker addiction. Even though I sat in a cubical checking briefs, I still "felt" like a playwright. Fortunately, the Van Lier Fellowship at New Dramatist provided that sensation. At that time, nothing else in my life looked scribe-rly. I wasn't writing. I didn't have a bunch of plays on my booksh…
SOURCE: HowlRound at 02:34PM on July 23, 2013