Just sent off my finalised draft to our tutor, Bev. Plus my blurb for the programme. Oh, how I enjoyed that! I want the job of blurb-writer. Full-time. At a theatre. Or tv station. Or anywhere, in fact. So much fun! And I've said what ages I want my actors to be. Suzi is now definitely in her late teens. It's going to be a really cringeworthy relationship with Roger, in his fifties. The more shocking, the better. We've got some DMU drama students in the mix as well as professional actors, so one of them would suit the role very well...
Should really be packing those boxes...
Went to States of Independence earlier - a writers' fair held at De Montfort Uni. Great event. A pity I only made it for the last half hour (garden party earlier that day, preceded by, of course, packing). But I got to meet the editor at Pewter Rose whom I worked with on my story and poem. And picked up some interesting leaflets. There seems to be an arts association who are interested in plays... Must read the literature properly. And I finally showed my face to the Leicester Writers' Club members there, who might otherwise have decided I was a fictional character seeing as I NEVER make it to club meetings at the moment.
Supper tonight is the contents of our now-turned-off fridge, all cooked up together to make a delightful, unsavoury mash. Sausages, fish fingers, peas and the odd carrot. Lovely. I shall tuck into that with vigour just as soon as I've cleared out that over-spilling drawer across the room...
Over and Out for now. Catch up soon.
Kirstyx
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