When I'm directing, I'm pretty much not writing, but when I'm not directing I am writing a lot.

A typical day for me is I'm writing when I'm not directing.

When it's just a few scenes and a couple of actors behaving in a room, I feel very confident with that.

It's been hard for me to not write, and that's the only process I can speak to I guess, it's so compulsive and I need to do it all the time that sometimes I make myself not do it so I can actually tend to my life.

I imagine a soul is a little perfect crystal egg floating in your chest. Somewhere deeper than where they put your heart. Somewhere so deep inside that the doctors can't find it with all their machines and microcameras.

When I got inside, I just sort of stood there. There's nothing stranger than the smell of someone else's house. The scent goes right to your stomach. Mary's house smelled like lemon furniture polish and oatmeal cookies and logs in a fireplace. For some reason it made me want to curl up in the fetal position. I could have slept right there on their kitchen table.

I find auditioning to be a very illusive process, where actors come in with this really big result with no process, so it's a lie already at work.