This weekend’s mail brought me a DVD of the production Northwestern College did of my adaptation of ‘The Odyssey’ along with rejections from Samuel French on two of my playscripts (one of which was, at least, a good bit of writing and somewhat of an award-winner already so what’s their problem, honestly?) which was all right in the end because there’s God knows how many copies of a DVD out there that have “T.M. Camp’s ‘The Odyssey'” on their title page and that’s me, after all.

As far as Samuel French is concerned . . . well, it happens. The two plays in question have earned me over a thousand dollars which, despite being about forty-five cents an hour in terms of writing wages, I feel is somewhat of an (albeit whorish) accomplishment. God forbid I should try to ply my wares on the upper class, eh Sammy?

Anyways, I’ve got a DVD and, of course, I haven’t watched it yet. I think it was poor Rick Hansen who said, way back when, that if watching a live play in the theatre with an audience was the closest thing to intercourse, then watching a video of a play was the equivalent of, um, what people do instead of intercourse.

So, no, I haven’t watched it. I just don’t have the time on my hands.

(That’s comedy.)

But I will . . . eventually. It’s a very good show, in my memory. I don’t want to spoil that with the time and distance represented by the DVD.

But I might even post a clip here, just for fun, if it turns out all right.

More to the point, though: I’m off to bed…