I was in a canoe with a friend, paddling along, and I said to the friend, I hollered up to the friend, “I’m going to write a play, a riff on The Scarlet Letter, and I’m going to call it Fucking A. Ha, ha, ha!” We laughed in the canoe. As we dragged the canoe back to shore, the idea had deeply hooked me, and I knew that I had to write a play, a riff on The Scarlet Letter called Fucking A. Funny enough, I hadn’t read The Scarlet Letter yet. I hadn’t yet read the book, I just knew the story. Went home, read the book, and that became the long process of writing a play called Fucking A.