I got a little further than I expected. I entered the play in three competitions. I became a finalist in one _ it would've gotten a real production at a very real Chicago theater _ but they didn't pick me for the final cut.
My old teacher told me there were more than 70 scripts submitted, so I feel fortunate. No word on the other two contests, tho I just sumbitted to one of 'em today.
Don't worry. This isn't going to turn into the "LOOK AT ME" WeBLoG, but I had to share a little. If it makes you feel any better, I was looking at the play today and thought it was awful. Is this the perpetual dissatisfaction of the creative life? Is the glass half empty? Oh, I don't know. See you at the desk.