This is how it happens...
You start off with the hint of an idea…a
tenuous possibility that you fear won’t hold out under any kind of artistic
scrutiny…so you think about it for a while and it starts to take shape…not in
any easily describable form, but it’s not the spectre it once was, it’s
starting to have a shape and it’s looking like you might have got something
that will work. This idea grows,
not consistently but in flashes and spurts…moments of excitement when another
piece of the puzzle slots into place.
Then you see who else is interested in realising this idea with you and
you find out 28 are…which is brilliant but awe inspiring also as that’s a lot
of characters to accommodate.
There are all sorts of other obligations
you have to meet and you start to get impatient because you feel like at least
a part of it is ready to be set down on paper and finally you find the time and
are delighted because it is ready.
You begin to write and then you write and write and write…oftentimes
your fingers won’t type as fast as the words in your head want to tumble out
but you ride the frustration and keep working on it…it’s a little worrying
having so many voices in your head but at least you’re never lonely…a strange
thing in a line of work that is so solitary.
It’s not a linear process, you dart around
the forming manuscript, adding a scene here, extending another
there…introducing ideas and elements of characters and finding resolutions as
you go…occasionally you send it out to your collaborators who motivate you with
their comments…eventually there are more resolutions than introductions and you
get a sense that completeness is around the corner…
Once it is done and printed the read
through is next, full of hope and frustration as the final set of errors are
unearthed and sorted…then we’re into rehearsals…a joyful process that gathers
motivation throughout as actors discover things about their characters,
themselves and acting to varying degrees…a journey punctuated with games of
that’s out and this year getting sunburnt…well for some of us…
Ultimately the performance is such a
fraction of the process but you watch the whole thing with your heart in your
mouth hoping that each cast member shows the audience the brilliant work they’ve
done and that the play holds up to public inspection…and then it is all over…put
in the rich cupboard of memories already full of Nostell loveliness…and you’re
left with the nagging thought of what on earth can I do next year…
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