The Old Red Lion shot me down. Thought I had a chance there. Ditto for two others. I did get it into a theatre in Ireland, at least for a reading, but only after saying I had Irish blood. The good news however is a London-based magazine may be interested in publishing a shorter play that was inspired by the Marat/Sade. I suppose the advice I have for aspiring playwrights is not to stand around like a shooting range target but to keep moving. I am. Heading to Helsinki soon to start a Writer Residency, which includes lectures there and in Stockholm. The pay’s lousy but hey, I get to travel and that’s always a bonus for the creative mind. Oh! I forgot to tell you what my play’s about. It’s set in the Deep South and has echoes of STREETCAR, a sort of homage to Tennessee Williams. Perhaps London is not ready for an Opening Night featuring a type of 21st Century Stanley? Will try and write from Finland and Stockholm. No promises.
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