Yesterday I got the first rejection letter from everything I sent out in November and December last year, so it's official -- the Februaries are off to a running start! Nothing like rejection, low self-esteem, and an inner voice saying that the only way your name will be in fucking lights is if they bury you with a neon tombstone to make you feel like, if the earth had a shoulder, it would shrug you off like the annoying bug you are.
Other examples of the Februaries: I'm at The Bitter End last night when this guy wearing a chckered cap leans over and says:
GUY IN CHECKERED CAP: Hey, do I know you?
ME: Not unless you know a lot of unproduced playwrights.
Ninety minutes later they announce a special guest, and up to the stage goes the guy in the checkered cap. Turns out he was Garland Jeffreys. This is what the Februaries does to me. It's the month when I'm guaranteed to make a snarky comment about the Schubert Organization while a Schubert is sipping wine at the next table.
And it's also February 2nd! And you know what that means -- today's the day when, if Anne Hathaway sees her shadow, we have four more weeks of Oscar speculation. That's right, Oscar noms come out today.
More on all this later, because really, what's a depressed writer stuck in a soul-destroying day job to do except escape into a discussion of why Avatar is the coming of the apocalypse, why Kathryn Bigelow is like Victoria Woodhull, and why Nine should be retitled "Four, With a Six Point Five From The Russians."
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I have a different take on you case of the Februaries...Perhaps meeting Garland was the Universe's way of letting you know that you're close - don't give up! Keep going my friend.....Ha! Maybe I should get an Oscar for my performance as best supporting can-be-positive-for-others-but-not-for-myself role.
Do you have any pics or video from the show at The Bitter End?
what do you expect? you were at the Bitter End!
Karl:
Sadly, no. We were sitting against the wall, and it was pretty much an obstructed view of the performers on stage.
Obstructed view: the story of February.
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