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Ah, The Fog!

One is always pleased to get positive feedback from one’s work. I know that my plays are not to everyone’s liking, not so much from what they say, they usually don’t, but because I am a realist.

It is fairly easy to write "Bravo", "Loved it!", and so forth. But when someone takes the time to write with insight and indicate, directly or indirectly, that the script or performance spoke to them, or made them think about their own situation, then I am ecstatic!

Several shorter commentaries have done just that. The following, however, is too long to place in the “Reviews” (What They Said) section of this blog, so I am reproducing it here:

“We just finished watching your monologue the other day...we watched over two days. More later on it but for now . I want to watch from start to finish a second time. It was an interesting experience ... first reaction was that I was unsure during the first half that I was really up to it in that moment, at the end of of a rather tiring, trying day...In my own fog! But day two and second half I found it growing on me. It made me think to a time off Vancouver island fishing when we were stuck in a fog bank so thick , me in the back of the boat, skipper in the cabin on radar, a fog so thick I could only see feet ahead but not the cabin where the skipper was. This went on for a couple of days and after a while I wondered if anything really existed at all...at one point a freighter's bow appeared just ahead in front of the boat which snapped me back to myself; then gradually the fog lightened and thinned and we came out one minute to next into bright blue sunshine sky and a rainbow. I really liked a particular bit toward the end too where Samuel mentions feeling like 'the tough kid with the leg brace, never quite upright, hopping and skipping, never quite stable...' It really struck me how somehow it is so that it is a real effort to maintain one's balance and keep one's center and paradoxically that it is one's center that one engages to do so!”

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