Sunday, January 17, 2021

 So. A bit of playing catch up. 

shrapnel was, from a personal point of view, better value for money than a series of sessions of expensive counselling. At last, after months of indolence, we were making something. I had a little team of co-creators again. And it was all a bit weird as every bit of it happened online. (That's not quite true. I had two lovely coffees with Jennie to talk costumes while we were permitted.) But it was still recognisably theatre.

We learnt tonnes. Zoom theatre looks boring quite quickly. Keep it short(ish). (Which I'm defiantly ignoring with this next one.) Connections to wifi are everything. We live streamed it to YouTube. The greatest terror was maybe even the first night when one actor's connection dropped out altogether about 5 minutes before the show started. Poor woman. Navigating 'entrances' and 'exits' and trying to keep the cost down via open source software and a phenomenal labour of love from my dad was constantly suspenseful. And I wonder if it's any easier for professional theatre people - or just different. 

Here are the reviews if you'd like to peruse. They're pretty fair and all in all, given it was a brand new out of everyone's comfort zone endeavour, I think they're pretty positive. I'm really proud of it - and that's all you can ask, I think. 

But ever restless, I concocted a notion for a follow up project before shrapnel had drawn its first public breath. Wistfully thinking we'd see an end to all of these pesky restrictions by the spring, I'm rushing it out in February so watch this space. 

We're being rather more ambitious this time so we shall, at least, learn more along the way. 

Saturday, January 02, 2021

Writing writing. 

But I have a complete draft.  

And we comically start rehearsing on Tuesday.

I shall try and tend a bit more lovingly to my words here now. 

A very happy new year to you, my friends. 

(Friend.)

Sunday, December 13, 2020

Sorry. Writing again. I owe you a post about the show, don't I? I've shamefully not said a word about. 

Promise 'normal' service will resume soon.

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

I had a lovely chat with David Calder earlier this week, and he turned it into this podcast.

With a little help from my dad snaffling sound files. 

A cracking little trailer for the show.

Sunday, November 15, 2020

 And then this piece is a wee bit more contained. With many thanks to lovely Dominic. 

Monday, November 09, 2020

I've now been rejected for so many writing competitions that I almost don't even feel anything when I read another rejection email. 

("I feel nothing, nothing. I feel nothing.")

(That's a quote from Sarah Kane.)

I'm sure that's how J K Rowling felt on the eve of her discovery too, right?

My goodness, well she can certainly speak prolifically. If not very articulately. 

Thank you so much, Nico, for transcribing my babble so patiently. 

Thursday, November 05, 2020

Crave. A script I love. 

Sarah Kane. Basically, the writer I want to be (aside from the fact that she's sadly no longer here).

A real live theatre.

A real live cast.

A real live audience. 

On all counts, this was a super duper show. 


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