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If I don’t expect it, playful will return. It will slink through the back door, throw its coat on the back of a chair, pick up an empty coffee cup, pretend to drink. Look at me with a ‘what?’ expression as I turn the corner, eyebrows up, Jimmy Dean. I will fight the urge to…
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I remember now the lady Behind the desk Who picked up a pen with the pads of her fingers to use as a missile to launch at the dialpad Of her phone. This was done to protect the sharp points Of her tapered fingernails True red, true shiny More explicit then any other totem of…
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I hate a disclaimer, but I am not a poet; it is not where my hand automatically goes when I sit down to write something. Never has. That being said, the alchemy created from listening to some incredible poets at the Testify Poetry event and their headliner, Lisa O’Hare, and the fact that I am…
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‘Great’, said the people, ‘shielding is terrible but at least you’ll be sealed in. you’ll be really able to ‘get stuff done’, you’ll be the shutterstock photo of productivity, scribbling away, steaming cup of coffee – no, turmeric tea – to hand. You’ll be wearing glasses, even!’ ‘I don’t wear glasses.’ ‘No, but in the…
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Have a listen to this. Being very lazy, I was kind of hoping someone would do a summary piece of the Hive experience, of developing a play, of being mentored, of sharing my work for the first time. The opposite of striking while the iron is hot, on this occasion it worked! Mike Heath at the…
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This post relates to my debut play, Blue Lines, which has won the Hive Award 2019 and will be presented as part of Manchester Fringe. Have a look here if you want to find out more about it: Wadda week. World Book Day. International Women’s Day. I got my mooncup in on first go. It…
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Just a quick link to a piece that I wrote in preparation for the development reading of my play. If you’re out and about in Manchester on Tuesday and it’s pissing it down (which let’s face it, is likely) and you want to see some new writing in action, well, you know where to go. …
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I can’t help it – I get horribly ‘retired middle-class’ at Christmas. I buy the Radio Times, listen to the Archers. I attempt quizzes of the year in newspapers. I invest time and interest in entire episodes of Midsomer Murders. The patina of glossy adverts for stairlifts and cruise – ships holds my gaze. I can’t…
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Tuesdays are my amazing days, my days when I shoot off the charts of Pinterest-esque productivity in the six child-free hours given to me. It’s the day when I do yoga! Bake bread! Tidy house! Write! Write! Write! Especially write write write! At least this is how it plays out in my head , on…
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Do you have images from films or books that stick in your head? For years afterwards? I don’t mean the collective, iconic ‘you’ll find me on the back wall of a Planet Hollywood restaurant’ kind of image – but the weird little private ones, that maybe only you will remember. One image that I always…