It’s a rainy Saturday, and I’ve got to finish the script for my play which is on at Live Theatre in November. This is a play for actors Charlie Hardwick and Trevor Fox, called Attachments, and though it’s only forty minutes long I seem to have been tinkering with it for months. Two handers feel very mercurial to write. There is no room for clutter, and I’m trying not to be over lyrical and to just let the characters go. On Monday we start rehearsals for Doughnuts Like Fanny’s, a play about Fanny Cradock, that’s being produced by a company over in Penrith.
After two days over there I must return to my novel which lies waiting for attention.
Otherwise, my health is good, and I’ve just finished reading The True Story of The Kelly Gang by Peter Carey, which is really good. I can’t stop thinking about Ned Kelly’s armour, which I saw once when visiting Melbourne. Next I am going to read Salley Vickers new novel Instances of The Number Three. I really loved Mrs Garnett’s Angel which was her first novel.
This is my first entry into this diary, and a bit of an experiment. I wonder if anyone will read it?