Well for goodness sake; June has snuck up on me good and proper. It seems only minutes ago it was spring and now we're ankle deep in summer, using the term loosely of course as I do live in Bristol and have yet to be cardigan-less.
All this haring about is largely due to the lovely Pride Bristol who are reviving my 2008 play, The Darkling Plain, at the Tobacco Factory. It's like a strangely enjoyable deja vu to be working on it again and golly, one does slip into the patter terribly quickly! We have a fabulous young cast and crew who I am indoctrinating into the cult of Coward and it really is an honour to be part of Pride. Obviously I trust you'll all be scrambling over each other for tickets so for that and any other queries dearies please visit www.thedarklingplainplay.blogspot.com
Other activities over the past few months have included:
- arriving late, lost and - well, 'harassed' would be the polite term but let's be honest - sweaty for a BBC Writersroom workshop last week. It is hard to look writerly and debonair whilst covertly checking you don't smell too much but naturally, I pulled it off.
-Pootling away on the Keynsham project, going to Cadbury World for vital research purposes, feeling a little queasy afterwards.
-Buying some goldfish for my desk.
-Staring at said goldfish for hours whilst working on And Then Come The Nightjars. So far, they have yet to come up with any useful scene ideas, slatterns.
-Pretending to be a T-Rex.
And my nan said 'drama' wasn't a proper degree.
