Month: November 2015

An Artist of Change

As an artist it is often really easy to forget the changes that you can make to the world around you. Our role is often that of social commentator, working our fingers into the cracks in the foundations of society to explore what goes on down there. We are capable of changing the conversation, of inspiring a new start, of raising the bar on a great many issues, and bringing social injustices to the forefront of our minds. Throwing that mirror up to society can be quite a difficult load to carry and a more difficult road to walk (pick your metaphor really .. it’s all applicable here). We’re often up against society, moving through what is deemed “acceptable” and certainly in the past have had our vary livelihoods threatened by the “establishment” (thinking of police waiting in the wings every night in case an actor used a swear on stage). Fortunately in western society at least, that is not such a problem nowadays. 

We also offer up a wonderful opportunity of escapism. The world we live in can be tumultuous and violent. There are a great many times I have found myself wondering if our planet and race is burning beyond control (got a little deep just now – I’m nearing the end of my coffee which always makes me sad) The beautiful escape that the right piece of theatre can provide is unmatched. This is also our role and it is one that I admit I can easily forget when I trudge into the theatre after a day working, or feeling tired and sick, or thrown because of the latest news report. I can forget how important that can be for the audience. 

I forget how important it can be for me. Which is a thing. 

Theatre (and all forms of art) can always be an agent of great change for better or worse in our society. I know it’s changed my life. 

How has it changed yours?




Good Life Choices – NaNo WriMo

So as many of you wonderful humans may have noticed (if you hang out in blog-land) I’ve been a little bit quiet lately. The reason mainly is my commitment ot Nano WriMo and it’s 50,000 strongattention seeking, screaming, obnoxious, word count. It’s going well.

As I drift past the halfway point I’m ahead on my word count…. ish.

It seems like the more I write the more creative I want to be .. just not on this .. well yes ok on this as well, but all of the pretty shiny things .. I’m rapidly spawning new and distracting ideas for insane new projects. There are so many of them now that my office is starting to look like it’s been overtaken by a paper spewing mutant with research and notes on all of these wonderfulnesses;

  • A One Act Play
  • A wonderful new character I originally wrote into my nano story but found she fits far better in another world and I want to write about her SOOOOOO badly (yes .. capslock with extra o’s badly .. be thankful I didn’t underline it)
  • Two different YouTube series’
  • A Shakespeare script that desperately needs editing and adapting for production.

And these are just the projects that are fleshed out enough that I can articulate them .. there are more lurking in note books, and on scraps of paper, and some have been forgotten as soon as I scrawled them into the condensation on the shower screen (like I’m the only one here who feels most creative in the shower … it’s like a white noise, temperature controlled, rainy cubicle for my mind).

This blog needs more TLC than I’ve been able to give it lately. My whole social media platform needs desperate attention ( ), I have lines and songs to learn for a show I was just cast in (Savoyard’s 2016 production of Legally Blonde – I’m playing Professor Callahan and am having the most fun ever – who doesn’t love a good villain). You know .. I’ve not got a lot going on.

In saying all of that I am enjoying the experience very much by and large, and I am ever thankful that I have the chance to go through this (because you can’t go over it) and learn about how I write and what are the best techniques to get me through. It’s tough, and it’s gruelling and there is a definite sense of frustration a lot of the time. There are also some wonderful moments of success and that gorgeous feeling of achievement that I wish I could drink in forever. (Then there’s this response to my writing buddy asking how my day was going “good good good – I got distracted from my word count, am a little behind today .. am celebrating/procrastination by writing a blog post”.)

There’s a really lovely Jodi Piccoult qoute that I am trying to take to heart “You may not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can’t edit a blank page”. It’s right up there with “If I waited till I felt like writing, I’d never write at all”. The latter of course is not wholly true – I often wake up and am inspired to write. Overcoming the parts of myself hat are legendarily distractable though is proving to be something else entirely.

Still – it’s how we change ourselves right? One difficult day at a time. One terrible word after another.

Fortunately I can edit my writing. Life though .. well the mistakes we make give us the best stories right?


Possibility …. 

Some days it is all I can do to get out of bed – I know many, many, many of my friends are the same. Fortunately I have a wonderful coffee shop about a minute’s walk from my house to lure me out of the house like a functional human being .. well I say fortunately .. it’s either the best of the worst thing ever .. 

I guess like most things – it’s all about the perspective right?