The weather and I are unsettled. On Friday this week I have invited a large group of actors to gather around my re-edited play on The Salters and read it aloud. They are all busy people but seem suitably interested to read it and take part. Now I am wondering why New Writing doesn’t just stay where it is; in a dusty cupboard gathering more dust and simply stay out of everyone’s way. Out of sight and out of mind. The reason usually is that the writing is too important, having been part of a writer’s life for so long. There is an urgency in my mind that the work must be shown. Theatre, after all, is the most powerful and complex art form and often can change the way people think. I want this play to make a change. But I am paying a high price. Putting myself on the line for criticism – or worse – rejection. And the time is looming nearer and nearer for that phone call to the NT.
Oh Hallo!. I’ve got this play….
Well send it in
Yes, well, the thing is, I need to tell you about it before I do. I need to tell you why it matters, why only you can do it……
Well, send it in and we’ll see.
Yes, but I want you to treat it with care and consideration and love and …….. You have to have a wall on stage you see. Well, you don’t have to of course, that’s ridiculous. It’s just that I can see it in my mind’s eye and it would work so well. Oh, and by the way, there’s a really big cast but I’m thinking you can probably afford that and there are a lot of technical requirements but then again, you don’t need all of them I suppose but it would be……………Hallo? Are you still there?
What happened to “Two people in a Room?” The cast of characters has grown; some of the pages have made a regretful exit. Gone but not forgotten. And some pages are vying for attention even though the word count has temporarily gone on holiday. On the scratchpad hoping to be back in play. But still I wonder: is it readable? Is it perform-able? I shall have an idea of the answers to those questions on Friday.