Four actors alone in four corners of the woods: two campers, two ghosts. For one song, none of them is talking to anyone else. Darling, alone in the chair with his hammer, stops being polite and admits he wants to be heard. Honey steps away to call her mother, announces she's a songwriter now, and gets the reaction you'd expect. Then the ghosts join in. It's the one moment in the show where everyone says what they actually want, and nobody else hears it.

Darling wanders off from the campfire with a glowing phone he isn't supposed to have and a small ballpeen hammer he may or may not know how to use. He settles into an old lawn chair, unaware it's already occupied. Harvey, a ghost with a lot of unwritten work and nobody to show it to, gets up, takes a good look at the boy and his hammer, and sings to him. Darling keeps scrolling.

Two backpackers, Honey and Darling, have sworn off their phones for the weekend. Now they're alone in the woods with nothing to scroll and no idea what to say to each other. She went viral once and would like to again. He's tender, literal, and badly needs a bathroom. Somewhere between a card game and a song about toilet paper, something in the woods takes a brief interest in Darling. Honey doesn't notice. She's busy writing lyrics.

AVACORPS: because your legacy shouldn't need a pulse. For a monthly fee, the dead can rent an android and finally live the life they were too scared to live the first time. Two ghosts, a would-be great novelist and a would-be pop star, sign up for the budget plan and arrive in the woods of Bear Mountain. The equipment doesn't quite work. Neither did they.

The first scene of my original musical, adapted as a radio play.

Writing is the easy part. Reading loud is where my voice shakes from my inner prosecutor. A short essay about Mikey, the cereal-commercial kid who because he hates everything, might be exactly the kind of person willing to try.

My short answer to a long question. Start here, then go anywhere.

Scene 2 of ME, ME, ME, ME!, my one-man opera, adapted for radio. At the dawn of reality TV, I was a contestant on ABC's American Inventor. This is what it was like from the inside: the inventions, the voices in my head, and a hunger for approval no prize was going to fix. Written, composed and played by me. Sung and narrated by AI.

Scene 1 of ME, ME, ME, ME!, my one-man opera, adapted for radio. At the dawn of reality TV, I was a contestant on ABC's American Inventor. This is what it was like from the inside: the inventions, the voices in my head, and a hunger for approval no prize was going to fix. Written, composed and played by me. Sung and narrated by AI.