Another chilly, cloudy one today here in New York City.

I'm having a hard time getting out of the starting gate these days. I'm in one of those creative droughts as far as writing new stuff.

It's okay. I was telling a friend last night...

Droughts are difficult.

Droughts are scary.

They sometimes feel as if they're never gonna end.

But, they always do.

And, I will never know why I know this... but...

...droughts are necessary.

Hope this passes sooner than later.

Maybe I'll see you Sunday in the park, or Tuesday night at the SoHo Playhouse.

Thanks for everything.