Diary: Abby Rosebrock, Playwriting as Labor…

It may take a whole company of people, plus an audience, to birth a play, but the playwright who feels herself to be precarious—a benevolent poet-machine, whose value lies solely in her efficiency at mining her own wounds and stitching together inherited language—will fall prey to exploiters; the systems of her mind and body will implode; she will no longer be able to write or even support herself.

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