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“The gardeners dig a hole, drop in a seed and water it…” George R R Martin

“The gardeners dig a hole, drop in a seed and water it. They kind of know what seed it is… But as the plant comes up and they water it, they don’t know how many branches it’s going to have, they find out as it grows.”

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“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?” – Lewis Carroll

It’s been another tough year hasn’t it? Covid has now entered the circle of people I know. My family and my home are still safe, but it’s threat feels louder at the door. My heart goes out to all those … Continue reading

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“October is a symphony of permanence and change.” –Bonaro W. Overstreet

It’s been a while since I’ve posted because I’ve been taking my own advice: in April I wrote about how important improvisation is to my theatre practice and after dwelling on that it’s opened a door to a whole lot … Continue reading

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“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” – George Orwell, 1984

This month I’ve been getting more and more interested in understanding the process of writing and making art, in the hope of understanding myself and being more comfortable with how I work. When I moved from directing to playwriting I … Continue reading

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“March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life’s path.” – Khalil Gibran

As the UK starts to open up after what feels like an awfully long period of lockdown, it’s left me thinking what, from the changes lockdown has brought to my life, do I want to keep?

This month has been shadowed for me, as I’m sure it has for you, with the memory of that first lockdown. I distinctly remember turning to my boss that day we closed the office, the person I sat next to at my day job every day, with no knowledge of when I’d see him in person again. I hardly ever worked from home. Not coming into the office was going to be a major change for us all. “See you… online I guess?” I said as we parted ways. Continue reading

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“In February there is everything to hope for and nothing to regret.” – Patience Strong

February’s been quite an active month for me. It started with attending Devoted & Disgruntled which I try to do every year. For those of you unfamiliar with it, it’s a two-and-a-half-day conference that asks the question ‘What are we … Continue reading

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“January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.” – Sara Coleridge

I can’t remember why I stopped writing this blog. The Future is Mine was shortlisted for the Introduce Yourself Festival at Finborough Theatre in 2018, which was really exciting, but other projects seemed to fall away. Nothing really stuck. I … Continue reading

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The journey of a play

Each play I write takes me somewhere new. It takes me somewhere I hadn’t imagined I was going initially, and I usually end up with something that looks at the world in a way I hadn’t realised. I remembered this … Continue reading

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Out & About: Have you seen Ivy Davies?

As soon as she mentioned the glow-in-the-dark star stickers she had me. I was transported back to being about 12 and sticking my own glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling of my bedroom because I was afraid of the dark. Ivy … Continue reading

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