However, and should mention this, the highlight of the week was seeing a stage reading of Paul Galloway's play Realism at the Arts Centre last week. Charming, hilarious, terrifying and most impressive, BIG. After struggling with a big play for the last couple of years, I have the most amount of sympathy for writers that take on large plays. 8 characters each who had their story to tell and did so quite convincingly. It's all set in The Great Terror and a small Russian theatre trying to put on a play to celebrate Stalin's 60th birthday. Cue the laughs. Bold, brilliant, messy and full of smashing ideas. Well done Paul.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Where the hell never ends
Blah. Another week goes by. This cash job is killing me. Sucking me dry. All I want to do at the end of the day is find my piece of couch and the bottom of a bottle of wine. Oh, the pain. Oh, the torture. Only one more week to go.
Didn't get anywhere near through my to do list last weekend. But did manage to get all the presents to the people they needed to go to and … well, that's about all. It seemed more impressive when I was doing it.
But another weekend approaches and it's almost a quarter through. Done nothing so far but I feel there is momentum still left in this old horse.
I want to get Good World done and dusted. Rewritten and then out into the world. I have too many unfinished things. I also have to get an application done for the play in November. And submissions. Time to get things out there.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
One more thing.
Must also mention that The Tall Man by Chloe Hooper is one of the best books I have read for a very long time. Go. Go now. Buy it. Read it. Tell me I'm wrong.
What’s next?
In other news from the No one really cares news department, had a great night last night venting to best friend creature about all that I've been through in the last month. Best friend creature is brilliant at nodding head and muttering sympathetically while whipping up a lasagne and chilling yet another bottle of wine. I pace up and down arms flailing and calling everyone moron, fuckwit and idiot that I have to work next to and if I could get away with it, shoot in the foot.
Anyway, feeling much calmer and full of purpose this Saturday morning.
THINGS I WANT TO DO THIS WEEKEND:
- Type up rewrites of Good World that have sat there for about five weeks
- Put out at least 5 submissions
- Buy presents for M, C and father dearest.
- Clean up shithole masquerading as my house.
- Call M and tell her to have a GREAT birthday party
- Have a bath.
- Read.
- Write something completely new.
- Hang out, think about stuff.
Or, if I manage to get out of bed, that would be good too.
News wire
But in word from the good news department, the rehearsal draft is finished!!!!!!!!
AND,
Just in from the Unfuckingbelievable news department, the director likes it.
Well … shit.
Only took seven freakin drafts.
Phlegm witch
Well, she went into rewrite hell. And a cash job. And the worst chest infection a human has ever survived. All at once. At some point, I lost my grasp on who I actually was and grabbed the first personality that came my way. Unfortunately, that was some evil witch that was nearby and I've been living it up with that. And the coughing up of phlegm. Oh, there has been a lot of phlegm. And just when I thought it was all out, coughed up a huge blob this morning. I know. You're thinking, geez, I think we liked her much more when she was absent. Well … You know you want it. Or else why would you be here?
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