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I had a prior committment (nothing major--a mini workshop that was non-work related) on March 2. Since that is one of the audition days, I decided I was going to have to cancel on the mini workshop. After all, a chance to speak out as a writer took precedence. At least I thought so.
Checking my email yesterday, I got a message from the "Listen to Your Mother" folks that had "Thank you" in the subject line.
Thank you? That doesn't sound good. That sounds too much like "Thank you, but no thanks."
Whoah, Nellie. It seems I had put the cart waaaaay before the horse. Apparently there were 60 pieces and only 30 were chosen. My piece was one of the rejected ones. At least, I wouldn't have to cancel on my mini workshop. At least I wouldn't have to drum up support for the show. (The proceeds from the ticket sales helps out a charity.)
And I won't have to set aside that day in May for the show, either I thought to myself.
Whoah again. Two writing friends, Linda O'Connell and the infamous Kim have made it to the audition phase. Most decidedly--if they are part of the show, I will be there to cheer them on. (I'll even refrain from heckling, though it will be hard. That will be my "gift" to them. Linda knows what a sacrifice that will be for me. I'll have to put my anti-SD on. What does "SD" stand for, you ask? The "D" stands for disturber. I'm leaving you to figure out what the "S" stands for.)
'Cause that's what writers do. They support each other. They celebrate their friends' publications, even when they themselves have been rejected.
(Kim and Linda--I'm keeping my fingers crossed.)