I write in sporadic little bursts. Stutters and jumps. constantly interrrupted by pacing about or looking out the window.
Even when I know what happens next i often can’t just write it down. I gotta mull it over. Stare out the window a bit. Give it some breathing room in the time between being an idea and being concrete words on a page.
I heard a pre-broadcast version of one of my radio plays. I was pretty pleased with it, but they cut the line “Do you have something inserted inside you sir?”
Pity, because it was pretty funny.
Some of you may know I have a play called Stag Weekend that I wrote with Brendon Bennetts It’s getting workshopped by Auckland Playwrights Collective and The Court Theatre.
That’s pretty cool. I guess i’m used to things moving forward pretty quickly, but stage plays seem pretty glacial in their development speed.
Things are weird.
I’ll let you know how they go.