Sometimes, the best monologues don’t actually make the final play.

When working on the final drafts of my play Blind Spots, there was a lot of terrific collaboration between me and director Elise Robertson. Give and Take. To and Fro. And it broke both of our hearts, but we knew we had to lose “The Pink Coat” monologue: As they say in all writing, sometimes you have to ‘kill the kids’. While “The Pink Coat” monologue was one of my favorite speeches in Blind Spots, it ended up not fitting into the final direction of the play. So I had to kill it… relegating to one of my innumerable files entitles ‘dead monologues’

Almost exactly a year later, “The Pink Coat” is being published in a book for monologues for young women.

Not bad for a dead monologue.