The reading and play were this week, Sunday and Tuesday respectively. The weekend involved a lot of rehearsing. And angst about showing people my brain
. (I rang the lovely secondterminal
shortly before the reading started, telling her about this worry and her response was "Don't worry, they're possibly not the healthiest, but it's not that obviously a play about wanting to sleep with X". Both times I needed to be calmed considerably beforehand, and had moments when I wanted to be anywhere else.
The reading was good. Rather More Pressing Issues is possibly too visual as plays go, and too idiosynchratic, but I have some hope for it. I need to keep the beasts purple, and to work on structure a bit more.
And Always So Free went wonderfully. The cast and director were so good, and brought so much to my 19 page slice of depressive fantasy and musing. The production reminded me that naturalism can be jarring, and both entice and alienate people, and according to the member of the audience un paralysed with worry the audience were intrigued. And the pauses worked. You don't know how happy I am that the various pauses we decided on worked, as did the cut off sentences and the physicality. And we made the theatre smell of Calvados, and that worked so well.
Really, the cast and the director did remind me why I want to write for theatre, because at every stage if it works you are creating something new and strange and collaborative. And because when you write the words down that's only the beginning, and everything can bring more to it
Also James really is owed a credit as the producer, without whom we wouldn't have been able to do any cool stuff, as we wouldn't have had any actors, rehearsal space or props. Or anyone to calm us down. Or lunch.