I’m drinking whiskey right now. It’s 11.38am. And I am drinking whiskey. Delicious Jack Daniels. You know why I’m drinking whiskey? Because having a cold is a perfectly acceptable excuse for alcoholism.
In other news.
We have an actual proper full cast for The Raging Quiet. HUZZAH. And I reckon it’s probably the strongest cast all round that Directo and I have ever had. By the end of next week I think we’ll have roughly blocked most of the play, which is excellent progress. And the ‘making up a sign language’ is going really, really well – very proud of Alice and Nick for all their work on that so far. I think their signs are going to look really instinctive, which is absolutely right. The thing to work on is making them look coherent and deliberate – like a language rather than just elaborate mime.
I seem to have a moment with every play when I’m in a rehearsal, watching the blocking come together, seeing the actors do their stuff – and suddenly, despite the fact they’ve all still got scripts in their hands and all the furniture is made out of folding chairs, there’s a real sense that it isn’t a rehearsal, it’s a play. That those are characters, not actors. Characters I’ve been familiar with for a long time. And they’re suddenly real. And I remember why I love writing plays so much.
The step up from second year to third year is a lot bigger than I thought it was going to be. For one of my modules I seem to have ALL THE READING and for the other I have THE MOST HOURS IN THE WORLD. I still haven’t been ‘out’ out yet this term because with everything for the course and trying to fit rehearsals in between, I’m rarely getting out of the department before 9pm.
I’m dealing with everything at the moment. It feels like I’m balancing it well. But if this cold carries on, next week is going to be a killer.