For a long time, I’ve kind of given up on my writing. Anyone who really knows me knows a grand streak of insecurity has followed me from my childhood, through high school and college, through my teaching career to…well, whatever you call what I’m doing now. I kind of gave up on it.
Then I just, on a whim, entered my monologue from the Marsh in a contest for a scholarship to go to the Disquiet Festival. And I won a spot.
Yes, folks, Prodigal Lusophone is going to Portugal this summer. Do I expect them to kill the fatted calf? No. But it would be nice if I can eat some veal a couple of times and go shoe shopping. I can’t wait!