I have heard all the excuses that any woman might knit up: I’m not talented. I’m not important. I’m not educated. I have no ideas. I don’t know how. I don’t know what. I don’t know when. And the most scurrilous of all: I don’t have time. I always want to shake them upside down until they repent and promise to never tell falsehoods again. But I don’t have to shake them up, for the dark man in dreams will do that, and if not he, then another dream actor will.
