Taking the helm of the Rondo Writers’ Group

What IS the collective noun for a group of writers? A murder of crows, a sleuth of bears, a flange of baboons and a flight of dragons. Take your pick what would we like? A blot? A tippex (for writers of a certain age)? A row? A bin? But that’s merely an intro… I’m very,Continue reading “Taking the helm of the Rondo Writers’ Group”

Lawks – new news!

What a delight is life! Further announcements to follow, so suffice it to say there will be a new show on stage next year, a 1-woman comedy-adventure. What will you get? A bit of wee,  a wee bit of a tears and a LOT of laughing. For all grown-up girls and boys. Mid-writing, I’m doingContinue reading “Lawks – new news!”

Giving good story: it’s all about the posture (but never posturing!)

If you love writing, you just love writing. I’ve got several fresh projects on the go  (film, stage and TV) and it’s a lovely time, tending the garden, straightening the bamboo poles, checking the rainfall, soil and consulting the manual…I also have several (*metaphor switch alert*) fully formed babies out there, trying to find theirContinue reading “Giving good story: it’s all about the posture (but never posturing!)”

My under-nourished child: writing

I’m writing again. After a year of office work fee-earning, a lot of high heels and suits, mind-shredding guilt and doubt, 800 commuting hours and a host of very unexpected experiences, I’m writing. Again. And of course, a bit of writing stuff happened in the last year – one stageplay rewrite, a couple of 1-page TVContinue reading “My under-nourished child: writing”

Catch & Kill the Clock-Eaters? Or live now, write later?

I’ve never before seen the clock as a tyrant the way I do (ironic pause) now. In February, I binned the full-time office contract- great for funds, appalling for my just-4 year-old. My extraordinarily understanding client got out her net, dragged me from the slough of despond and offered me fewer hours. The results areContinue reading “Catch & Kill the Clock-Eaters? Or live now, write later?”

Leslie Crowther & The Red Pen of Time

I’m catching up on the quantum script after moving house.  As you’d expect, I had put the annotated script “somewhere really safe”…. far too safe, it turns out. Almost four months later, it was still “lost but obviously not lost”. Panic was forbidden. It was just not lost. Right? The irony of this is not lost,Continue reading “Leslie Crowther & The Red Pen of Time”

Magic Beans & The Myth of Artistic Poverty

Poverty paralyses art. It doesn’t inspire. It murders. For twenty months, while my life was fat with “material” (running away from domestic abuse with a freshly-two year-old), it was thin on cash. As the months went by, the rent went up, the flexible hours vanished and the hope of ever getting a mortgage and stableContinue reading “Magic Beans & The Myth of Artistic Poverty”

A bad writer…

Before you leap in, protesting, writing letters to the Queen, setting up Change.org petitions, I’ll say I don’t mean I’m a bad writer….just an appalling blog writer. Phew. The country heaved a sigh and put down its quills. On the 1001 excuses list, the top one is I’ve been writing. Loads. All of it (fanfare)Continue reading “A bad writer…”