Wait until dark for inspiration to shine
In the second part of our Secret diary of a playwright series Steve Waters bemoans the elusiveness of the Muse, who sometimes visits in the dead of nightPlays are accidents waiting to happen. I may well have mouthed those very words this morning at 3am, loping to the loo, giving in, at last, to insomnia. Epiphanies in the small hours might have worked for Philip Larkin, generating great poems such as Sad Steps and Au…