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