Submission!

I just got back from the post office. I managed to submit my play to a contest. I even remembered to mention in the cover letter that this particular play was a Finalist for the 2003 Heideman Award (through the Actor's Theatre of Louisville). Not that it didn't feel like tooting my own horn -- because it did -- and chances are they won't even read the cover letter, but I don't think it'll hurt. Unless it gives someone a paper cut.

Submitting these plays continues to feel like an awesome exercise in futility. But it's cool, daddy-o.

I practice existential nihilism.