Ten minutes come and gone
December 13th, 2006Despite the fact I could whine about a lot of things, I shall restrain myself, because all in all, the evening of staged readings went well.
My toughest, most sophisticated audience member is, always, the Beloved. I confess I feel rather successful when she has understood what I have tried to say, in however long or short a fashion. And tonight when she shed an unexpected tear, I knew the play had hit all its marks.
Yeah. Somethin’ like that.
Peace.
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