February 17, 2009
Prologue: Submitting the Play
God I’m verbose. And I love writing about myself. That’s why this whole “web-log” thing is a bad idea. But you people want to read stuff ...
Well, let’s keep this stage short and to the point. January rolled around, and desperate for a new job, I remembered that I should submit that play I had lying around to upcoming play festivals. As it turns out, my intuition was well-timed. The deadlines for several festivals were in a matter of weeks. So I got the materials, and paged through all the rules and regulations, and ended up sending my script to only one festival at the beginning of February. I had worked at the theater last September, and knew that I would love the opportunity to perform in their intimate, no-frills space. The days of nervous anticipation began …
Well, let’s keep this stage short and to the point. January rolled around, and desperate for a new job, I remembered that I should submit that play I had lying around to upcoming play festivals. As it turns out, my intuition was well-timed. The deadlines for several festivals were in a matter of weeks. So I got the materials, and paged through all the rules and regulations, and ended up sending my script to only one festival at the beginning of February. I had worked at the theater last September, and knew that I would love the opportunity to perform in their intimate, no-frills space. The days of nervous anticipation began …
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