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Vera Shrimp – week #1

Saturday, March 30th, 2013

At last! After all the talk and form filling in we finally got to some fun stuff – our first official week working on Vera Shrimp.

I packed my trusty notebook, pencil case and a shed load of Post-Its and headed off to Live Theatre where we’d be spending the next four days ensconced in the Benfield Writers Room. I also, importantly, had the first draft of the script as we’d decided to focus our efforts while at Live on the text. I may be writing and performing this piece, but before we even start thinking about getting it up on its feet we need a story and a script that is up to scratch.

The first order of the day was to read it out loud. This might sound like the most basic of the basics, but it all has to start somewhere. And as I hadn’t really looked at the script since finishing the first draft in January, it was a good way to get my head back in to the story and its ideas. Some distance can prove to be a good thing – you can get so wrapped up in something that you sicken yourself – so to have some time away clears the head. Rosie and I took it in turns reading and listening, and almost immediately queries and gaps became apparent. Along with the fact that I had scrimped massively on commas!

And so we set about questioning and exploring the story and its characters. I’m not going to detail every moment, but we did lots of talking and asking and made lots of notes. We talked about Vera. We talked about Vera’s Dad and how he is a key player who needs to be brought more to the fore. We talked about Vera’s Mam and her friends and their neighbours, and Wendy and Aunty Karen and all the other voices who we might come to hear. We looked up cremations and spoke to a former police officer about procedure following a sudden death. I was assigned homework. We navigated timelines. And at last – hurrah! – we broke out the Post-Its and mapped out the story.

To sum up, we did a lot. And I think we both came away pretty knackered but pleased with what we had achieved. Not to mention wise to the fact that two people shouldn’t, really, try to eat a whole box of Tesco flapjack in one afternoon.

We now have a week before we head to ARC where we are going to concentrate on performance. No time for slacking, though, as I have to take all of the notes and the ideas and the questions and the Post-Its and start shaping them in to a second draft. I won’t lie, my head’s spinning a little – but it’s better than it lying dormant and trying to kick it in to gear.

All in all, we’re out of the starting blocks and on our way. And there’s no stopping. Not now. Plans are afoot – exciting announcements to follow …  

Goodbye 2012. Close the door on your way out.

Monday, December 31st, 2012

If you’d asked me, even as recently as a month ago, how I felt about 2012 (not sure why you would, but bear with me) then you’d have probably been met with a barrage of swearing.

Maybe it was always going to struggle in the face of 2011. Of course, rose-tinted glasses do come in to play somewhat so I won’t pretend there weren’t wobbles along the way that year. My eczema recurred in a big way (too much information?) and I suffered rather frightening anxiety dreams as I tried to balance everything. But even with all that, two words – Dolly Would- made 2011 the hard act it was to follow. It dominated my whole year and its early January broadcast saw me start 2012 on the highest high imaginable.

And the rules of the universe dictate that highest high must be followed by the lowest low.

The pressure I felt to keep up the momentum was huge. And projects did come along, I strengthened some existing relationships, started new ones and tried new things like my first stab at dramaturgy (never again, but that’s another story for another day!)

I failed, however, to win the Culture Award for Writer of the Year. I failed to get this commission, or that project, or the other scheme. Things were slowing down, not speeding up. I was slowing down. It’s hard to keep going in the face of, what seems like, a wall of rejections. I had spurts of productivity, creativity, but doubts – never too far from the surface anyway – creep in, the whispers of “what’s the point?” get louder.

Maybe I’d peaked, maybe that was me done. And when I got screwed over financially for the first time (that I know of) in my career, maybe that was the last nail in the coffin – not cut out for this business after all?

I spent much of 2012 frowning. Frowning while Googling my contemporaries to see how successful and happy and funny they were. I cried in public at least twice (mortifying). And there were the darkest few weeks about 3/4 through when I refused to leave the house.

But you don’t take up this profession to be able to walk away from it easily. It’s not a hobby, not a sideline. Something inside me still had fight – something that was still getting me up in the mornings even if the rest of me wanted to pull the sheets over my head.

I submitted my application for the Traverse 50 at 3am on the deadline day. I didn’t write it then – I’d prepared it way in advance during one of the spurts – but I hadn’t sent it. The “what’s the point?” voices thought they had triumphed when I went to bed that night. But when I woke up in the early hours it felt like do-or-die. Was I in this or not? Well I am, as it goes, cos I got up, turned the computer on and a month later I was listed alongside 49 other writers for the year-long attachment to Scotland’s Traverse theatre.

So the back end of the year has seen things looking up. As well as The Traverse 50 I’ve been commissioned for A Wondrous Place, a production that aims to challenge the negative ‘grim up north’ stereotypes and will tour to Liverpool, Sheffield, Newcastle and Manchester in May/June. It’s a fantastic opportunity and concept that I hope I can rise to. December saw me perform my first solo show, and the whole writer slash performer path is one I’d be keen to walk down further (fingers crossed, touch wood, etc).

Who knows what the New Year will bring. Promises and predictions seem futile. All I want is to keep writing and write better. And to shop more in Next.

So then 2012. You’ve had your moments, but I won’t be sorry to see the back of you. Although well done on the Olympics, I did enjoy that very much.

Big thank you to all my family and friends who have supported me this year (and the rest). I know it’s sometimes not easy and I can be a right pain to know, but sometimes I’m quite funny too, and occasionally bring sweets, so hopfully that balances it out somewhat … xx

You wait for ages, then 3 come along at once

Tuesday, July 17th, 2012

I haven’t updated my blog in a while. The reason is very simple – I haven’t had anything to say (some might say that doesn’t usually stop me).

Last year saw lots of activity as various plays and projects came to fruition. The problem is, however, that plays don’t write themselves and sometimes you’ve just got to knuckle down and get on with it. So that’s what I’ve been doing. Getting on with writing. And sometimes not writing but thinking about writing. And sometimes not writing and not thinking about writing, but the latter not very often.

I’ve got a few things coming up that I’d like to share with you, if that’s ok. If it’s not ok, stop reading now.

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Saturday 4 & Sunday 5 August (various times daily)

TEN TINY TYNESIDE PLAYS, part of Live Theatre’s ‘Mega Bites’ Youth Theatre Festival

The audience will tour in and around Live Theatre, seeing shorts written by myself and four other writers in various and unusual spaces. Apparently these spaces are a surprise. I know where they are, but I’m not allowed to say. They were fun to write. You’d think the brief “write a 7 minute play for 2 young actors” would be a doddle, but it isn’t. My two tiny plays are called ‘Make A Wish’ and ‘Flapjack’. One involves flapjack – I’ll leave it up to you to guess which.

Tickets are available now – click [here] for the details

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Sunday 5 August (it’s a busy weekend)

Forward Theatre Project’s SCRATCH MY CITY @ Soho Theatre

I really enjoyed the last SMC I did with the Company last year, so I signed up to do another one. For this one the inspiration for the writers is provided by puppet company Colossal Crumbs. We’ve each been assigned a puppet character as our inspiration. Mine is called Cuthbert. He is a lonely fish. He breaks my heart. To watch the YouTube video of Cuthbert, click the image below …

I’m writing the play right now. Well, not RIGHT NOW but let’s not get pedantic. It includes a magic library book and a packet of Polos. Unfortunately I can’t say much more than that for the moment.

Again, tickets are available now – click [here] for the details

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Thursday 2 – Monday 27 August (7.10pm daily)

TOBACCO DOUBLE-BILL @ Edinburgh Festival Fringe

I am reliably informed that Esra Taf’s rehearsals are going well and I am very much looking forward to seeing their production of Tobacco/Can Cause Death at the Fringe next month.

Click on the flyer below for all of the details …

So, that’s about the size of it.

For now, at least … x

Showcasing at the Showcase (RSC-stylee) …

Wednesday, May 9th, 2012

Helena’s monologue from Quick Bright Things is going to be performed at the Sage Gateshead on Saturday 2 June as part of the RSC Open Stages showcase event.

The extract (Part 3 for those who saw the full production at The People’s Theatre last month) meets Helena twenty years after the magical goings-on in the forest and asks what kind of life can she lead with a man bewitched to love her?

The role was originally played by Penny Lamport and Moira Valentine, and Moira (pictured below) will reprise her performance at the Sage.

For booking details and information about the other RSC events, click [here]

  • In other news … Live Theatre are pulling the plug on Short Cuts after 10 years to make way for new Live Lab events. As a former winner (Yackety Yak, fact fans) I’ve been invited back to present an extract from a work-in-progress for the farewell event Short Cuts: The Final Cut. Bring tissues, it’s gonna be emotional …
  • In other other news … clearly Live Theatre can’t get enough of me (snarf) cos I’m also writing a couple of shorts for Ten Tiny Tyneside Plays – part of the Mega Bites Youth Theatre Festival in August. When I say ‘shorts’ I mean it - a 5 minute two hander and a 2 minute monologue. How hard can it be … (famous last words!)

And the nominees are …

Thursday, March 22nd, 2012

I was delighted to find out this morning that I have been nominated for the Culture Awards Writer of the Year.

I am shortlisted alongside Michael Chaplin and David Almond, which is a teeny tiny bit intimidating but very flattering to be in such fine company.

So thank you to everyone involved in bringing my 2011 productions to the stage.

And thank you to everyone who submitted a nomination.

Keep your fingers crossed come April 16th … x

“Not forever, just for now”

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011

Things I have learnt since the last time …

  • It can be too early for a handful of chocolate raisins.
  • Terry & Marg did it.
  • It doesn’t take as much as I thought to set me off blubbing.
  • “Micey” means disreputable/creepy/there’s a rabbit off.
  • It hurts when you put teaspoons straight from the freezer on your eyes (although it is good for tiredness – you’re in so much pain you forget how tired you are).
  • Columbo will be sadly missed.

And thus, so ends The Girls From Poppyfield Close.

I say ‘ends’. Ends for now.

Because the three night run in Live’s Studio Theatre last week is part of the play’s ongoing development. I’ve come out of the rehearsal process and performances with so many new thoughts and ideas – I’ve gotten to see the play up on its feet, in front of an audience, and there is no better way to shine a spotlight on what works and what needs working on further.

I can’t sign off on this without paying tribute to the team. With only a week and a half rehearsal time, Rosie, Phillippa, Cheryl, Cliff, Sam, Rachel and Chris achieved something incredible. And the hard work, enthusiasm and humour of everybody made it one of the most enjoyable projects I have worked on. Not to mention the fact that ‘treats corner’ was never left empty, not once!

And credit to the production team, of course. Designers Verity and Kate; technicians Drummond, Craig and Tom who created such an evocative and atmospheric world for the characters and audience to inhabit.

Ok. So that’s enough gushing. They were all fabulous dah-ling, blah blah blah!

For photos, reviews and audience feedback from last week’s production, click [here]

David Bailey won’t be too worried …

Monday, June 20th, 2011

The Girls From Poppyfield Close

Below are some (not great, let’s be honest) photos taken by yours truly on the first day of Week 2 rehearsals …

Biscuit Watch … Rachel wins on best biscuits today. She kept it classic with Jaffa Cakes, always a winner.

Biscuits

Sunday, June 19th, 2011

Day -4 and I have learnt a number of things this week …

  • Banana skin is a cure for verrucas.
  • When you want a lighter to run out of gas, it resolutely won’t.
  • Lunging is sinister.
  • My next play shall be called The Peregrinations of Mrs Budge
  • Establish a ‘treats corner’ and everyone is happy.
  • Someone being thwacked with a plimsoll is funny, no matter how sombre the context.
  • Cheerios are an evening meal.

I could go on.

But I won’t.

It all adds up to mark Week One of rehearsals for The Girls From Poppyfield Close.

The cast and director met up for the first time on Monday, starting with a script read through in the morning. Unfortunately due to an unavoidable commitment (which shall be filed in the drawer marked ‘Sods Law’) I have only been able to attend rehearsals in the afternoons this week. But, I don’t think this was such a bad thing. For the first session it meant the script could be read and discussed without me folded up in the corner, so when I did arrive in the afternoon they had had time to digest it a little.

It is not a long rehearsal period so was a case of jumping-straight-in from Tuesday. The energy and attitude towards the play has been great, the actors seem engaged by their characters and the story. There are regular questions and ideas which is fantastic – I’m kept on my toes, never far from my editing pencil, but I love it. It’s great to be able to share these characters and this story, to see it ‘come alive’ (horribly cheesy, sorry), to have conversations about it, answer the questions (or not) and see different ideas played with and tried out.

I think a massive bonus is the fact that the director Rosie Kellagher has been with me for the whole process of developing Blood in to Poppyfield.

It was Rosie who rang me at the back end of last year to ask if I’d be interested in developing it in to a full-length piece and she has read every draft thereafter. It is Rosie who has assured me it’s “not shit” and listened to me doubt and fret. But it’s all been worth it, cos on Friday she saw me do a giddy little dance after the first stagger through of the Acts! I know that she knows this play and where it is in its development. She gets where I am coming from and gets me as a writer, and that is invaluable.

But don’t tell her I was being nice about her though, it’ll go straight to her head.

While I am being complimentary about other people (it’ll wear off shortly and normal service will resume, I’m sure) a big huzzah for the talented company of actors on board. I have looked forward to going in to rehearsals every day to see them and what they’re going to do.

And it’s been a great surprise how much laughter there has been – while there is humour in the play it’s hardly a ‘comedy caper’, but there is a real enthusiasm to the rehearsals. And biscuits. Biscuits always help. Kudos to Cheryl for bringing in the best biscuits so far – a sort of chocolate Hob Nob/cookie hybrid. Immense.

So then. Rehearsals continue next week, with the play kicking off on Thursday. I really hope it continues to be as enjoyable. Or at the very least, the biscuits keep coming and to such a high standard.

The girls (& boys) of Poppyfield Close

Tuesday, June 7th, 2011

Evening. How goes it? Good? Lovely.

Right then. Back to me.

Rehearsals for The Girls From Poppyfield Close start very shortly. Which is fortunate as the play opens in 16 days. Gulp.

As such, today is officially branded Day -16. You see where I’m going with this.

I am delighted to be able to tell you the cast. So … drum roll please … Cliff Burnett, Christopher Connel, Cheryl Marie Dixon, Samantha Neale, Rachel Teate and Phillippa Wilson. A big hand for all six of them, please *the crowd goes wild*.

Director Rosie Kellagher and I will be spending this week ironing out the finer details. There is a lot of talk from Rosie about her doing “prep”. I, meanwhile, have bought a ring binder. It’s red. And devoted some time to deciding what to wear for the first rehearsal. Priorities.

It’s a very short run at this stage in its development but delightfully all three nights are sold-out. So of all the things I can worry myself into a tiz about over the next 16 days, playing to an empty room is not one of them. There is a returns list if you ring Live Theatre’s Box Office. Just saying.

Oh, and there was a feature in this month’s Culture Magazine on the play – pages 22 & 23 that you can access [here]. There are no spoilers,  unless you count “not everybody dies at the end”. Which they don’t. Or do they? (Disclaimer: no).

  • In other news … Dolly Would continues apace. My producer suggested it be more of a caper as I move into Draft #2. I’ll tell you what, he might be careful what he wishes for in future. I’d go as far as employing the words ‘escapades’ and ‘hijinks’. How much of the shenanigans survive the next draft remains to be seen, but if the audience enjoy listening to it as much as I’m enjoying writing it (touch wood, there’s a way to go) then that’ll be a job well done!

Next stop, Parkinson (or it would be if it was still on) …

Wednesday, May 18th, 2011

Well now. Hello. I’ve been on holiday. I took approx 223 photographs, 221 of which seem to be of Times Square. So that’s nice. I’m back now. Obviously. Anyway.

Just a quickie. Before I went away I was invited to the launch of Live Theatre’s new Season, as it includes my play The Girls From Poppyfield Close. I brushed my hair, put on a nice dress and off I went. It was held at The Broad Chare, Newcastle’s newest pub, handily located next door to Live. And very nice it is too.

Part of the afternoon involved being interviewed by various press about the play. Me and talking out loud are not usually good bedfellows, I have a tendency to get nervous, yabber on and say stupid things. But I really, really, really tried hard to concentrate and not disgrace myself and/or the play.

Was I successful? Yes. And no. Decide for yourself … links below

You’d think all of that would put me off, yet I never seem to tire of talking about myself. As such, when Riding Mill Drama Group invited me to perform Yackety Yak and be interviewed about my career I readily accepted. 9th July, fact fans. Details [here]

That’s all for now. Off to eat a bar of Hershey’s choc, washed down with a cuppa from my I *heart* NY mug. Who said tourist …?