Journals of a Non-Poet

Well, I’ve finally pulled my index from my rectum and made a little headway with my writing.

After work this evening, I switched off my telephone, locked myself in my office and scribbled up some ideas. I’ve mostly reworked Conversations with Steve, a piece I’ve been working on since November. I’m a little more loosened where it’s concerned, and already my stream of ideas has thawed and begun to flow once again.

Also I’ve entitled a new work Three Ladies in a Row… , a short One-Act with an all female cast. Most definitely the way forward in terms of getting work on stage; seeing as there’s a severe lack of all-female contemporary dramas.

Ah, it’s good to get the creative juices flowing again.

To bed I shall go, with a pot of verbana & Proulx’s The Shipping News. It’s proving a little difficult to endure.

TTFN,

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