Last Tuesday, I bit the bullet and handed the first 10 pages of Coping Ugly over to my writing group in Cardiff Bay, Tuesday Night Writes. Now, at no point in this long drawn out process has a single draft of Coping Ugly solved the problems I inevitably identify WHILE writing a draft. So as you can imagine, I was extremely nervous to hear my work read by new and credited
Meeting Papatango At the end of July, I went up to London for a workshop with Papatango. The long bus ride reminded me that I’m so far behind in my posts that I still haven’t typed up my notes from the first time I met George Turvey and heard of Papatango (too the point that there’s another workshop next week). So I’ve been digging through my notebooks for my notes
So it’s been eight months since I posted anything on my reading habits. Well, there’s no time like the present. Here it is: ——————————————- That Face – Polly Stenham The Effect – Lucy Prebble (Read. Love this writer and the subject matter is in line with one of my many interests: Psychology and the Brain. Amazing play.) The New Electric Ballroom – Enda Walsh The Nether – Jennifer Haley
My last post on Gregynog was a little short to say the least. The trip felt far too brief and I could have happily spent another two to three days at Gregynog Hall, even with the lack of signal and the terrible internet. Gregynog Hall is a Grade One country mansion in Mid Wales, near Newtown. It was rebuilt in the 1840s and was eventually gifted to the University of Wales in the
Back in February, I won a brief with Ideastap to attend a playwriting workshop led by Jack Lowe on behalf of HighTide Festival Theatre, a “powerhouse of new writing” according to The Observer. There were six workshops across the UK between December and February. Twenty-five writers were chosen to attend on of the 12 workshops. Out of those three hundred writers, twenty-five would be chosen, based on their samples, to
My play, ‘Coping Ugly,’ began it’s life as a need to write something, anything about grief and it’s effect on different generations. Immediately, I decided that in order to do that I needed five characters and those characters would demonstrate different reactions based on their generation….it didn’t work out like that as it happened.
Looking back, I’ve had a remarkable ride. I’m not sure I can call it a career because a career implies that I had some kind of career plan…and I never did. The nearest thing I had was a list I made when I was about 15 of everything I wanted to do. I wanted to write an Adult novel, a Children’s book, a comic, a movie, record an Audiobook, write an