Tis but fortune.

Been a while since I posted here. I actually wrote a very long piece a month ago, but there was a problem submitting it and subsequently it vanished from existence :/

Anyway, I’ve just come back from a UK tour of Twelfth Night with Purplecoat Productions, the theatre company I did both Noises Off and Caretaker with. What a superb time. I thoroughly enjoyed the whole thing, even the lack of sleep, eating when I could, sleeping and shitting where I could. It was great. We started off in Dublin, playing in a theatre called Smock Alley. After that it was back to the hostel at midnight, bed by 1am, up at 3am to catch a flight to Birmingham. Once there we got a minibus and it was straight to the next theatre, which was called the Crescent Theatre. Nice black box space. That was where most of us caught up on sleep on the theatre seating. After that, back to the hostel for a nice lie in and a short drive to Stratford-upon-Avon.

This was the day where we probably had the most time, so a lot of us went out onto the streets flyering for our play, which was a new experience but I quite enjoyed by the end. THe theatre was called The Attic, in a lovely 17th century building that apparently housed the wood that Shakespeare’s house was built from. In Stratford we were lucky enough to stay in a Travel Lodge, but we were up the next morning and back to Liverpool to set up in Calderstones Park. A lovely sunny day, and a nice space too. We had 130 people come see us and it was definitely our most fun and interactive audience. After that, we had one night in our own beds before a very long (10 hour) journey to North Finchley in London, where we just chilled out for the night.

Sunday was our last day, and we performed in the Arts Depot Theatre, which was a lovely big theatre. The audience weren’t into it as much as others, but they picked up in the second half. There were only about 30 of them. Then we were out for a few drinks, ready for the coach/train/planes back to wherever we were all going next.

As I said, it was so much fun and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I met some great people and hope to work with them one day, but knowing how these things go (the nature of theatre), it’s more likely I won’t. I’ll miss them.


Well Played

I finished the first draft of my play yesterday. I’ve been very surprised at a few things, mainly how fast the whole thing came together. Obviously I’ve had this idea churning around in my head for a couple of years, and originally wanted to write it as a film, but once I got it into the play structure the pieces just fell into place. I only had the basic outline of Act 1, Act 2 and Act3, and everything I knew about those were on 1 page, but all I knew was essentially the plot. I knew nothing about the characters. And what I’ve learned, especially with plays, is that it’s all about the characters.

And that’s how this thing came together, because unlike my novel and screenplays I’ve written in the past, I didn’t outline heavily with this, I just wrote it and let the characters talk, evolve and the plot to move forward at its own pace. I’ve no idea how long this will act out on stage, but I’m a bit worried it might be too long for a comedy. I say comedy, Act 2 is definitely comedy with many farcical elements, but Act 3 is where the pathos comes in and gets much more heartfelt and serious, and hopefully not too sentimental.

I’m very happy with what I’ve got, and will give it another quick pass before I go away next week and I might move back onto my novel while the play simmers. I should find out July/August if I’ve got the booking at the theatre I want, and already have a production manager lined up. So things are looking good.



Listen, son. Listen, sonny… you stink.


Well, Caretaker is done. We did a Thursday night and a Saturday night and they both went down really well. Here’s a link to all the reviews we’ve had, including a 9/10 in the Liverpool Echo, which isn’t online unfortunately. But take my word for it. Honest.





The play was part of a double bill with another play called ‘My Mother Said I Never Should’ by Charlotte Keatley, which I saw on the Sunday. Great play. The four ladies cast in it were all excellent. Thoroughly enjoyable, well done to everyone involved.

Now that’s out of the way, what next? Well I’m still writing my play and am (I hope) over half way through it now. I’d say I’m closer to two thirds through it, and it’s been going great. I’m finding it quite difficult to balance pathos with comedy, because a lot of the comedy is outlandish, crude… and just downright silly. To throw in some depressing character history in amongst that sometimes feels a bit off, so I need to strike that balance well or it won’t work. That’ll come with time and revisions though.

I’m still chipping away at the rewrite of my novel too. I’ve got the prologue written to a level I’m happy with. 1 chapter down, a million to go.

I’ve got a hankering to do another play too. Typical.


Yeah, that’s me looking all ‘ard and stuff. The Caretaker is on in less than 2 weeks and I know all my lines, I just need to refine them and run the play a few times. Should be a cracking show, though. I’m really enjoying playing a mean bastard.

In the meantime, I’ve sent my booking form off to the Unity, so fingers crossed I’ll have some dates set for Feb 2015 for when my play can be performed. Speaking of which, I’ve written half of it now and I’m quite happy with what I’ve got so far. The second act is quite farcical, which I think just comes naturally to me.

I’ve also started slowly working on the 2nd draft of my novel. Every now and then I’ll just get the desire to start writing it, instead of my play, so I dip into it every now and then. That’s going well too. Re-reading some of my early prose is a bit like looking at old photographs of yourself and cringing, but that’s good in a way, I feel like I’ve developed quite well as a writer over the past 2 years.

Unity, Radio, Caretaking.

Just a quick update. I’ve successfully shelved my novel for the time being and you know what? It felt great. I think some times you can really let something get its talons on you and won’t let you go, but it felt very liberating to leave the book alone for a bit. So instead of writing that, I’ve been writing my play which is going very well at the moment. I’ve just about got Act 1 written, and then it’s onto the dreaded Act 2 (where most shit will go down, yo). But I’ve also contact the Unity Theatre, in the hope to book 3 nights there for the play. The thing is, they get booked out so quickly that their next slot is Spring 2015, but that’s okay… it gives me time to write the damn thing, then some time to shelve and come back before I need to cast etc.

I also have been introduced to the idea of writing comedy for radio, so I rewrote a sketch of mine into a radio format, and I’ve started writing the pilot of a sitcom which I’m hoping to get done to submit to the BBC mid April when they’re opening up for comedy scripts.

Maybe I’ve got too much on my plate, because I’m also heavily into rehearsing The Caretaker, which will be on the 1st of May and 3rd of May. The lines are a bitch, but if I know most of Act 2, just need to sort out the last act and I should be good to get on with actually learning how to act, and not just riffing lines.

First Draft

Well, I’ve finally got there… after about 21 months I’ve finished the ‘first draft’ of my novel. I’ve put that in quotations, because while it is complete – meaning it has a beginning, middle and end – it’s not complete. It’s still full of notes and there’s quite a lot of stuff at the beginning that was written over a year ago that needs altering or taking out to reflect how the story progressed. It needs editing too. And polishing. And… well everything, it just needs a total makeover, but at least it’s there, a solid chunk of clay in the rough shape of a human being, I just need to start molding now.

That won’t be for a while though. It’s probably quote common for a writer to feel excited about jumping back in without having a break, but not me. This novel has been a fucking bitch to write. There have been numerous times when I’ve felt like I’ve been doing it for the wrong reasons. As if I’ve been doing it just to see if I could, or to make people think I’m a smarty pants with the complex plot. Maybe these are common feelings for writers. I’ve also felt a lot like writing novels just isn’t me, but maybe that’s me looking at the industry of books and the idea of the typical novelist, because when it comes down to it… I love ideas, I love stories and characters, and I love writing them down. That’s all it should be about.

One main obstacle about this book was writing about a police detective working for the Metropolitan Police. I don’t know a thing about police work, let alone London. I read a lot, but never felt it was enough. My friend’s dad is a 25+ year detective, so he was a good person to go to with questions, but the other issue was that this wasn’t a typical detective novel. I don’t do typical. It was about a DI who worked in a High Tech Crime Unit, something I know even less about, and so did my friend’s dad. Perhaps laziness played a part in my research. It can all still be salvaged, I’m talking like I’m not going to properly finish this thing, but I will be taking a break for a couple of months at least… because I’m writing a play.

The play idea I came up with a while ago, but it’s a comedy, its main impetus is a competition run by Liverpool Hope Uni, which has a deadline of 30th May, but it’s win-win, because if I don’t win I’m going to finance and direct it myself. Possibly even star in it too. I’ve fleshed out the plot and characters, and only started writing the script this week, but it feels SO much easier to write than a novel. I feel like I could write the thing in one sitting.

Maybe that’s a bad thing.

We’ll see.

I want to play

Hello. Just another quick entry into this blog that no one really reads. Maybe it’ll become popular in the future when/if I become successful/a serial killer, but for now it’s just more like a journal for me. It’s nice to look back and remember where I was, it gives me impetus for where I want to go.

First up, novel is going really well. I’m writing consistently every week day and now even adding some work at the weekends. I reached the 100k mark the other month, but there was a good 30k of that which was old stuff I needed to remove/edit. So I got rid of most of it and I ended up with around 90k again, but now I’m back to 100k with only 8k of bumf to alter/remove. I’m also getting quite near the end of the story. I know EXACTLY how to end this thing, but at the moment my characters are in situations that I’m finding difficult to coerce them out of, to arrive at the ending I want. It’s a nice problem to have though, because it’s realistic, and so I want their journey to the end to be as least contrived as I can make it.

I’m also back to reading some good fiction, which at the moment is Stephen King’s collection of novellas called Different Seasons, which contains the following stories that were turned into films – The Shawshank Redemption, the Body (Stand By Me) and Apt Pupil. I’ve only read Shawshank so far, which I loved of course, and near the end of Apt Pupil, which is dragging out a bit but still pretty good, but I’m constantly reminded of the words of King in his book ‘On Writing’. “If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write.”

I’ve found that I’m a better writer and more consistent when I’m reading fiction, than when I’m reading non-fiction. So I’ve told myself that even if I am reading a non-fiction book, I’ll have to swap it out for a fiction during the day at some point, most likely before bed when I always read. This way I can keep my ‘storytelling muscles’ pumped up and keep the pace up on my work. It certainly helps.

With the novel’s ending on the horizon, I’ve been thinking about what to tackle next while I let the first draft fester in a drawer for a month or two (to help me get some fresh perspective). I’ve decided I’m going to write a play. After performing in Noises Off I realised that I really do love theatre. I love acting, I love directing, and I love writing. When I was in school, all I ever seem to do was write small plays or sketches and would perform them in class, to the annoyance of most of the other students. I actually think ‘plays’ are more me than novels or films. It’s a platform that not only lets me explore my ideas and writing, but my ability to create characters and act.

It’s difficult to get ideas seen/read/heart. My desire for making another short film has plumetted recently, because the thought of not only hiring the cast, but the crew, is daunting. You’re really relying on a LOT of people. A novel, I’ve loved writing because it’s just me, my fingers and my brain. That’s it. If it’s shit, I’m to blame. If it’s good, I get credit. The thing about theatre, and what Noises Off reemphasised… theatre is FUN. Not only is it fun, but it seems extremely achievable. You watch a show start with 9 strangers in a pub reading fresh copies of a script, to a sold out theatre of hysterical patrons really ENJOYING a night out. And we are the entertainers. With theatre you don’t need much money, you don’t need much help. A two person play (two-hander) could be performed with just the two of you. So that’s why I’m really into the idea of not only writing a play, but funding it myself, directing it myself, AND starring in it. Egomaniac or what? The thought alone is extremely inspiring to me. It’s yet another challenge and one I’m excited for.

There’s a competition being run by Liverpool Hope University which is looking for a new comedy play to be performed at the Empire. £10,000 first prize with a deadline at the end of May. I’ve already got an idea for a play, so that’s one obstacle out the way, I just need to write it. The way I see it, the competition is more of a deadline. I’ll get it done, send it in, and if I don’t get anywhere then I’ll put it on myself. It’s win-win really. In fact, a part of me doesn’t even want to win the competition; I’d have to give up my rights and watch someone else direct it, cast it, perform it. That’s the fun part of theatre that I don’t want to miss out on.

Just got to write it first.