In a world that speaks of diverse freedom through social media, never has the establishment in all its manifestations been so controlling. And, as I have reflected elsewhere, there has been a closing down of common courtesy concomitant with reduced opportunities for those outside the loop.
It was understandable that I might walk down the long worn path of getting a few mates together to read through my latest, and probably last, play, The Long Hello. A bit of culture, hearing what works and what doesn’t, followed by some food and drink is always alluring.
What I was not ready for was the response from those who wanted to be there. I am not talking industry types, though there are quite of few of them. I have had to move the venue a couple of times to accommodate the expected audience. I say expected because the reading is not until next week.
Some call this crowdfunding. Some call it luck. I have in the past held off requests for a series of the Rector’s Readings. I had wanted to see it in the broader context. Maybe I need to lower my sights as, somehow, it all seems to be coming together. I doubt The Long Hello has any future. But just to be part of the fun is worth it.