Writing Life: insights, updates, and craft
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There is a new play coming
There is a dirty, funny, wild thing in the cauldron, splattering all over the walls. Now it’s climbing out onto the page.
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Flashback Post: Tales From The Midden, July 22nd, 2017
WordPress just did the “memory thing”, sharing this 9-year old post about housework, focus and discipline. For everyone who has distractions, this is for us: I’m doing The Artist’s Way all over again, straight after completing the 1st go-round. And now, just reading The Artist’s Way for Parents, I’ve had … Tales From The Midden
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Spend your leisure money on independent, free-thinking, discomfiting, rough-edged theatre, please
Your leisure choices matter.
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When the big swears come unbidden
Got a bit of a shock when I opened Facebook this morning. Saw this…. It’s a cutting from The Guardian Guide…
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Tears, growth and bastard things that carry on regardless
Disappointment’s bitter slap really took me by surprise…
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FOLK = HORROR
What’s a freak? It’s anyone or anything worth talking about, and peering at, for its exposed so-called ‘weirdness’. Those best friends in Central Perk cafe are freaks (and that’s before the Meat Trifle). That Lear bloke who cast out his loving youngest daughter for not being a toady. Dracula, well – obviously. Madame Bovary – a…
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Place and space to write
I’m sitting on a late night train out of Bristol – my other-home since I moved to Bath from London in the economically adventurous summer of 2007. The plan was to be here for just one year, then return. But both Bath and Bristol were too creatively welcoming for me to be able to resist.…
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Hear the music of your planets
….and if you do this, you are paying heed to that gorgeous, complex, frustrating-as-hell, magnificent universe that is you. That’s all.
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Time of Death
“ONE TIME, IT WENT LIKE THIS. “Time of death, twelve twenty-three.” He looks again at the head wound. Why can’t he make it make sense? He did not, could not, he still cannot find that bloody bullet. Entry wound, but no exit. Now she’s finally dead, it’s tempting to get stuck in. But he’s been…
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More Here
Following the video of the other day, some sound. Short. Sweet.
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(Listen)
Fewer words; more feeling.
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Accepting You’re Creative When You Doubt You Are
“Unheard wishes tug at the sleeve of your consciousness. They bother. They are – understandably, dissastified. Unhappy. And sometimes, as they get older, they grieve.” Inspired by an acquaintance who’d been made so miserable by her utter conviction she didn’t have a creative bone in her, I wanted to encourage some self-care in others, and…
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