So last week I was all excited for my New York City debut as Thespian Production was getting ready to perform my 10-minute drama The Wanderer. No longer would I be a mere playwright. I would be an off-off-Broadway playwright.
The debut would be completely vicarious. The Big Apple is a long (and expensive) way to go for a 10-minute play. And besides, the good folks in the theater company promised they would send me programs as well as any reviews or other feedback they received.
And so it was with bated breath that I clicked over to their website, hoping to see my the title of my play in the lineup, maybe even get a glimpse of the cast.
Well, the cast photos were all there. There was just one problem. None of those bright shining faces were from my play.
My breath bating even more, I checked the lineup. Nope, my play wasn't listed.
I clicked around the website. No mention of The Wanderer anywhere.
The truth was clear. Paul and his cantankerous father Edmund were never going to have that talk in the police station.
With calmer breath, I sent the organizer an email, asking what happened and whether they had plans to do my play at a later time.
I mean, I get it. This is show biz, folks. Budgets are cut. Seasons are rearranged. Directors bail.
But it would be nice if they told me. Here it is a week later and I still haven't heard a peep out of them.
And so on Sunday, I submitted that play to five more contests.
Maybe it won't ever get done in NYC. But it will get done, one way or another.