Yester eve, I attended the American Stage Theatre Company’s production of William Shakespeare’s “Much Ado About Nothing.” A wildly entertaining performance of an amazing script. The acting was stupendous, but the writing… the wit… the nuances… the subtle entendres… I am speechless.
I sit here ready to rend my manuscript. How dare I brag my pitifully crafted tale in the shadow of The Great Bard? By my trove, I have been de-notched and de-pegged and de-flated.
I fear there is only one answer to my new found self-disgust. One solution to my despair. Although I loathe to consider the option, I must. I will. Tonight, I shall force myself to watch a Jean-Claude Van Damm movie.