It's been a busy day so far. I managed to lug my carcas around the racketball court for an hour at nine o'clock this morning. I am paying heavily for my Christmas diet. It appears that you cannot eat lard alone for a month without paying the consequences. In this case the consequences were clutching my chest and wheezing "For the love of God, let death come quickly."
After a shower and some pulminary massage, it was off to the first Match Play read through, which I thought went really well. It was good to hear the actors reading the lines, and most of the bits I've rewritten seemed to work reasonably well. Having said that, it's still obvious that there's areas needing a significant amount of work before they'll be acceptable. I could sense the actors glaring at me with that look in their eyes that says "Please don't send me on stage with this pish." Fortunately, as writer, if they say anything directly to me, I can always insert a scene where they have to come on in the nude and do a litle dance.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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