Play stuff
Aug. 7th, 2007 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI do try not to tell my dreams, because other people's dreams are inherently dull (I think this is why I don't much like Alice, because the books are built on dream-logic, which fails every test for me). However:
So I dreamed I was in London, special trip, to go to the theatre. And I was in the hotel and I only had fifteen minutes to get to the theatre and I didn't know the way and I forgot my watch and should-I-have-taken-a-taxi and yadda yadda, you know. Until I remembered that I was dreaming and so, okay, I could just be there, okay? And so I was.
But all the way I'd been forgetting what show I was going to see, and every time I saw a poster it was for something different, and when I got the programme it was different again; no matter. Significant thing, there was a page in the programme talking about other upcoming productions, and one of those was called "If I Shake You Off My Shoulder, You'll Go Splat!"
And by all the gods, I do so want to write that play...
All of which serves to remind me: m'theatrical producer had a word at the Summer Phantoms gig last week, and the regional tour of my play "A Cold Coming" is definitely on. We have four or five venues lined up for November, so I get to play a dying man again, maybe a dozen times, through seventy-five minutes of constant anxiety, only waiting for someone to forget their lines. Oh, joy.
No funding as yet, but we'll go ahead and do it anyway. Also, the Customs House is holding a slot for November next year, for my presumptive next play. Eeek.
*goes back to writing novels*
So I dreamed I was in London, special trip, to go to the theatre. And I was in the hotel and I only had fifteen minutes to get to the theatre and I didn't know the way and I forgot my watch and should-I-have-taken-a-taxi and yadda yadda, you know. Until I remembered that I was dreaming and so, okay, I could just be there, okay? And so I was.
But all the way I'd been forgetting what show I was going to see, and every time I saw a poster it was for something different, and when I got the programme it was different again; no matter. Significant thing, there was a page in the programme talking about other upcoming productions, and one of those was called "If I Shake You Off My Shoulder, You'll Go Splat!"
And by all the gods, I do so want to write that play...
All of which serves to remind me: m'theatrical producer had a word at the Summer Phantoms gig last week, and the regional tour of my play "A Cold Coming" is definitely on. We have four or five venues lined up for November, so I get to play a dying man again, maybe a dozen times, through seventy-five minutes of constant anxiety, only waiting for someone to forget their lines. Oh, joy.
No funding as yet, but we'll go ahead and do it anyway. Also, the Customs House is holding a slot for November next year, for my presumptive next play. Eeek.
*goes back to writing novels*