After months of anticipation... my play was not picked. I came very close in one competition. That should encourage me, right? I don't know. What's the point? Well, one should enjoy writing first and foremost. The accolades are just plastic olive wreaths. Sure, it'd be great to see the work come to life, but do it for yourself.
This is what every book on writing I've ever read has said on the subject of "Recognition." Now I'm free of this project. That is my reward. I can do whatever I want now... And what I really need to do is the dishes.
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