Tagged: solitude


There is no like-for-like, when it comes to theatre. I prefer the old fashioned writing style, pen and paper. My shelves are bulging with notebooks, full of thoughts, poetry, extracts and potential material for the stage and screen. Presently, penning my new play, potentially a ‘playreading’ of my script will occur next month, informally. Two people, that meet by chance and explore their existence in seven hours. Incubated love. It is a true adventure, discovering the essence, of these characters through the platform of writing. Consumed with how they think and what they feel, whether it is an (action) stage direction, or text. I see them in my imagination, becoming more real, as the dialogue deepens. Solitude is heaven, when you are lost in language.