My goal for the past two weeks was to meet a play festival submission deadline of Feb 15th. I wasn't going to write a play. I wasn't going to submit. But on January 29th, I received a personal invitation from the festival to submit. They may have been throwing out a net to all area playwrights, but I took it seriously and was proud to be included in the invitation (whether it be broad or not---I still don't know).
Fast forward 2 weeks...I submitted TWO plays! I hurried to get them down on the page, panicked. They had to be at least 30 minutes in length, and I shot for 45 minutes.
I clicked send yesterday than sighed for about 7 hours...exhausted and unbelieving that I reached my goal...I accomplished not one but two plays in that period of time. I don't even care if I ever hear back from them...one of those plays? I had wanted to write it for several years now.
Then, this morning--first thing--I read the play I've been most excited about. I love it. I actually like something I wrote. It's poignant and weepy and about love and loss and hope. I LIKE it!
I don't want to lose this feeling...this sense that I did something. (-:
ETA: I submitted both of these plays with just the idea that I had a sense of accomplishment. I honestly didn't think it would come to anything...I was just happy to be writing again. Last night I received confirmation that they would like to use both plays this summer for an audience involved reading series at an incredible local theatre...
"We would dearly love to work with you on some upcoming Theatre3x60 projects - namely, some rehearsed play readings that will afford some participant and audience feedback that we are looking to schedule during our Summer Theatre presentations in Port Perry. The readings will likely take place in July/early August, and we are thinking we would like to present both of the plays you submitted in a single presentation. Would you be interested in participating, and permit us to present your plays?"
Fast forward 2 weeks...I submitted TWO plays! I hurried to get them down on the page, panicked. They had to be at least 30 minutes in length, and I shot for 45 minutes.
I clicked send yesterday than sighed for about 7 hours...exhausted and unbelieving that I reached my goal...I accomplished not one but two plays in that period of time. I don't even care if I ever hear back from them...one of those plays? I had wanted to write it for several years now.
Then, this morning--first thing--I read the play I've been most excited about. I love it. I actually like something I wrote. It's poignant and weepy and about love and loss and hope. I LIKE it!
I don't want to lose this feeling...this sense that I did something. (-:
ETA: I submitted both of these plays with just the idea that I had a sense of accomplishment. I honestly didn't think it would come to anything...I was just happy to be writing again. Last night I received confirmation that they would like to use both plays this summer for an audience involved reading series at an incredible local theatre...
"We would dearly love to work with you on some upcoming Theatre3x60 projects - namely, some rehearsed play readings that will afford some participant and audience feedback that we are looking to schedule during our Summer Theatre presentations in Port Perry. The readings will likely take place in July/early August, and we are thinking we would like to present both of the plays you submitted in a single presentation. Would you be interested in participating, and permit us to present your plays?"
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