An Awakening

I was clearing out my study and came across some old head-shots. Have a look to the left here. Finding the shots made me sit down and take stock. When I first got my literary agent she gave me some advice. Do nothing but write for the next couple of years, she said.  It was good advice because I was one of those creatives in London who did everything. I trained in Dance and Drama, I choreographed my own work using text and movement, I directed and I acted in straight Shakespearian plays. And the truth is, unless I had narrowed that workload down I would never have got down to writing the plays I've written (and poems and prose - you see, I just can't stop myself...). But now I'm beginning to miss both dance - and acting. Dance, because it is the most beautiful way to keep fit and speak without words and acting because I miss building a role. I don't miss the stage-fright and I don't miss the come-down after a show. I do miss the camaraderie and collaborative aspects of the work. I don't miss directing as, in a way, writing is a form of directing and choreographing - with words. So I've decided to make a slow and quiet return to what I miss. I think if something is in you you have to set it free - so to speak. So, I'm going to hunt down a leotard from somewhere and get myself back into shape. As I'll be in London much of July I will spend some of it at the back row of some Graham technique classes somewhere, and may even attend some method-acting refresher class. As the great Oprah Winfrey once said,  'you gotta live your best life'. Will keep you posted!