Tag: writing

  • Place and space to write

    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.…

  • Hear the music of your planets

    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.

  • Time of Death

    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…

  • Accepting You’re Creative When You Doubt You Are

    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…

  • Safe in Uncertainty

    Safe in Uncertainty

    I’ve been floored by a lurgy – the culmination of a couple of weeks sliding grimly under the weather. The b*gger of it is that it’s a big work week with family obligations. But as you all know, if you keep applying the technique that got you here, nothing’s going to change. So. Surrender it…

  • Breakin’ the law, breakin’ the law

    Breakin’ the law, breakin’ the law

    Tell me something that drives you mad when people do it. Not a crime. Not cruelty. Just one of those small social laws we all obey without thinking. Talking during a play? Not having your ticket ready at the station exit? Sliding into the parking space someone else has clearly been waiting for? Now ask…

  • All of 2025 in one post

    All of 2025 in one post

    If it’s how you pay your bills, being a scriptwriter has been a bit depressing the last few years. The screenwriting world is in crisis. Theatre is in freefall. If you back this profession up – like I do – with writing-related corporate work (I do more than write, but words are still significant), too…

  • Theatre: everything to play for, moment by moment

    Theatre: everything to play for, moment by moment

    Why’s a script more like an advent calendar or a Haynes manual than a novel?

  • It’s all in the telling (and that can be hard)

    It’s all in the telling (and that can be hard)

    The story-telling process (and not the end result) is where to put your focus …I may have been quiet, but, cor, have I been writing! I’m at the 65k word mark on a comedy novel, and loving the hard graft you get when crafting a story. This is my second prose adventure (the first is…

  • Buzz In & Out

    Buzz In & Out

    How DO prodigiously creative people do it? We all have the same hours in the day. We have the day job, the lovely people in our lives and then maybe stuff like making music and art and enjoying other people’s! Rather than wonder / despair and feel inadequate, the only way is to see myself…

  • Make Work. Bring something into existence.

    It turns out I am writing a novel. The first such attempt in maybe 13 years. I had forgotten – hiding in my scripts and what they demand of me – that this process plays a different instrument inside. I hear a different music. Another thing, quieter and much, much stronger, is happening. And I…

  • “The Pitlochry Play” #2: ‘Skin in the Game’

    “The Pitlochry Play” #2: ‘Skin in the Game’

    Due to some unexpected cancellations in the diary, and some jiggling about of other stuff I am a major over-achiever: October’s expenses are begun, there’s mugs soaking in the bubbles, and here I am. I’ve just sent another thank you letter to one of my funders for the “Pitlochry Play”, and as I wiped the…