Yes, I'm still alive - with reference to my previous post a few months back, of which You can only see the title... That's because I wasn't yet acquainted to my new smartphone. But the title pretty much summed it all up!
I've actually just realised that I never got the chance to post pictures from my leafleting days, so I'll do it as soon as I can sit at my pc.
Yep, that means that I currently have no time to sit down and write using a keyboard. Instead, I'm using pen and paper, and I write everywhere and anywhere a new story pops up in my head. And it's a lot of them... Can You hear them? Ssshhhhhh... Listen...
Can You hear yelling and screaming? I hear these voices every day, been hearing them since I got sacked for writing A Day In The Medical Room.
Haven't told many people - and I'd like to keep it that way, so please keep this to Yourselves... Every single character in that play longs to get out, they want a story of their own. "You can't bury us here forever", I heard once. Do You get it? I have just over forty characters in search of a story. If I write a play-a-year, I should make it before I turn 90!
And stories are coming! You should see their faces when they finally leave their original play, the one that'll never be staged (because the school, in the dismissal letter, stated that I'm not allowed to do so).
It's challenging having to juggle this with everyday life but when writing becomes an urge You've got to leave everything else: these people are killing me, I feel responsible for all of them, for giving them a voice in the first instance, so the least I can do for them is give them a story.
A lot more than just writing is going on - I don't do boring stuff, You know? But, since I am restarting this blog, I'm going to leave a few things out, until next time...