Play stuff

[desperance]

I 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*

Comments

[dedbutdrmng.livejournal.com]

Any chance of your play coming to Leeds/Bradford?

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Funny you should mention that: Leeds is a possibility. Only that, not a likelihood - but it is apparently possible.

[dedbutdrmng.livejournal.com]

Come to Leeds! We're the capital of the north. Apparantly.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Hmmph. I know a Geordie or two who would dispute that. Honey, from our perspective, you're barely even in the north...

[dedbutdrmng.livejournal.com]

I'm just regurgitating our West-Yorkshire propaganda.

BTW. I finished book two and it's still cracking. I was thinking about how little magic there is in it (in fantasy terms) and it wasn't until I thought about it that I realised the whole story would fail without the magic. Subtle, clever.

I did wonder whether nets have some sort of meaning to you. They featured heavily in DoL and LE and the first descriptions of the daughter made me think of nets too. I was curious as to whether that's just pre-stored expectations in my head from some of your other stuff or it's something you do deliberately.


Ilkley Moor uber t'alles.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

I did wonder whether nets have some sort of meaning to you. They featured heavily in DoL and LE and the first descriptions of the daughter made me think of nets too. I was curious as to whether that's just pre-stored expectations in my head from some of your other stuff or it's something you do deliberately.

Not something I do consciously at all; I always need someone else to point this stuff out to me. Unh. There are nets on page 1 of 'Bridge of Dreams', too. And, probably, thereafter. And - whoo, yeah, the book I'm writing now. More nets. (Fisherfolk! Of course, nets!) Now I'm going to have to think about it, damn your eyes...

[costumeimp.livejournal.com]

Dreaming of London? It's in the air Chaz. I too have been dreaming of London. Perhaps because I'm going to be spending a week there in early October. Should the Muses cooperate, and you are doing a gig, let me know. Would be a pleasure to actually Meet you!

Much Love and Light!