March 1, 2016

I was so in touch with it, so desired it, that I knew several days ago that my play had not been selected for the Great Plains Theater Conference, so when the notification came there was, along with the pain, a certain eerie recognition. It is very disappointing. I’d thought I’d found a home there, so great was the praise for Washington Place. The play I sent this year was better. I didn’t enjoy the experience last summer, but deemed it so important that enjoyment was immaterial. Longed to be bored like that again. Very bad night, one more of many when I wondered if I have made any difference in the world.

Plus, Notre Dame did not want my book of poetry. Desolate and void.