I still remember when I got notice. Flashing in my inbox one afternoon in May, I was told I would be a participant in the 39th Annual Samuel French OOB Festival, a yearly event in NYC that features thirty aspiring playwrights and their one act plays. The news was thrilling; I had submitted plays to the festival three years in a row. Every year came back a nay-say. By 2014, I had essentially written off my chances.