Adventures in 3D

a flag bundle

Words have been written. Redrafting has been done. Directions have been made. Scenes have been scratched. Casting will happen. So far it’s been a huge and enjoyable adventure. Hopefully the audience will come, and somewhere in the middle of all that a little 3D magic will happen.

Tickets are now available for Weather to Fly at Washington Arts Centre. 20th June 2013,  ARC Stockton on 21st & 22nd and Live Theatre on June 27th. That calls for a celebratory cup of strong Assam.

Little. Little grey. Cloud bird.

Apps and that…

Sage Gateshead

Hidden Newcastle is a free app produced by Tyne & Wear Archives & Museums in partnership with Newcastle Libraries. I spotted it online back in December 2012 and noticed that the developers were looking for some captions, so I sent a couple in and they were selected for inclusion. If you’re feeling brave, you can have a little tiny bit of me on your iPhone/Android.

Other than that I’ve had my head down knocking the script into place ready for 3 days R & D which has just finished. It all went very well. There were sexy press ups, chocolate brownies, and random shouts of ‘Spoon!’ I discovered Tommy Tuckers bargain basement sausage sandwiches. (How can they do it for 99p? I dread to think what’s in those bangers). Now I need to get my head down and redraft the script before heading off to Nepal next week.

I’m really grateful for the fantastic support of Scott Young & Katy Weir at OddManOut Productions, and we wouldn’t have got far without our scratch/R & D posse,  Pip Chamberlin, John Kirkbride and David Robson – all fine actors and thoroughly decent human beings. Gents – it was a pleasure working with you!

Thanks also go to Live Theatre and ARC Stockton for providing rehearsal space. Blimey, this is rapidly turning into one of ‘those’ speeches, and we’re only at rehearsals. This can only mean one thing.  I need tea, gallons of it, in a bright orange mug by a window with a view of purple crocuses and sky.

The Play’s the Thing

Weather to Fly

 

 

 

 

For the last 3 months or so I’ve been working with OddManOut, a production company based on Teesside, developing my new play, ‘Weather to Fly’. The script is a development of ‘Toast’ which won the Short, Sharp festival of New Playwriting at ARC Stockton in 2012.

The first draft was delivered a few weeks ago and there was much pacing the study and chewing of finger nails while I waited for feedback. I was pleased to receive a positive response from producers Scott Young and Katy Weir and it was great to showcase a scene from the play at Greenhouse 2, Washington Arts Centre’s scratch night for work in development. Actors David Robson and John Kirkbride gave a great performance,  the audience gave us the thumbs up and the main question of the night was. “What happens next?!”

The second draft is almost done now and I can’t wait for the R & D sessions we’ve planned with actors in a couple of weeks time. With that in mind, I’d better get back to the script.

Joe: …it’s like a bird trapped in a cage. No matter what you do you can feel its wings flapping and you know one day soon it’s going to make a bid for freedom…

Everything Else is Just Stuff

Mountains

Seen from 3000 metres Mumbai is a blue grey patchwork of skyscrapers and slums – the grey from concrete and the blue from thousands of metres of flimsy polythene sheeting used to provide makeshift shelters from the elements. At this time of year any unclaimed land is livid green, a result of monsoon rainfall. As the plane descends I look south and try to work out where my old flat used to be, but the smog is too dense.

It’s 10 years since I was last here and the airport has had a major facelift, though sadly this hasn’t extended as far as the shacks that huddle around the perimeter. As we taxi a bored looking soldier stands hipshot facing the fence-line beyond which a group of mop headed teenage boys play cricket.

I want to go out and explore, but there’s no time to stop, not this time. A nap, a snack and it’s on to the next and final flight of this trip, where I sleep for 7 hours and wake up just in time to watch the planes circle in the skies above Heathrow like lazy hawks waiting for a kill.

In my bag there’s a map of Kathmandu and a notebook of ideas for future writing projects. In my head are memories of temple bells and car horns, the scent of fresh ground spices, sunrise over the Himalayas, long, slow rambles through crowded chowks, food and laughter, spiritual refreshment and connection with friends new and old.

Arriving home a friend reminds me how important it is that we learn to love well, so that we in turn might be loved. Everything else is just stuff. I think the truth of that comes home to me a little more each time I go wandering. Life is a spectacular journey, made all the more incredible by those who travel with us.  Over the past month I’ve met some inspiring people and seeing how they live their lives, with grace, faith and humility, makes me want to do a better job of living mine.

And after that shoddy attempt at philosophising, it’s definitely time for chiya.

 

 

Snooks

Abstract Portrait Painting

Stuff was started, things had ends… (Elbow)

Round up 

The trouble with these blogamabobs is that you have to keep updating them – or so I’m told, but I promise to keep it to a minimum. Bit like my approach to chemistry homework actually. Do as little as you can get away with and hope for the best.

Anyhoo…

It’s been a month of photography, painting and writing, with a couple of gigs thrown in. Kicked off with a wedding. Ceremony in Morpeth, blessing on the beach. My friend Elaine burned like a bride (thanks Paul Simon) and the groom looked dashing in a nippy suit and Star Trek cufflinks. We celebrated. I was cold. It rained.

Coldplay in Sunderland was fun, especially the radio controlled wristbands, though I’m a bit freaked out by the way mine keeps firing up randomly. Managed to turn it off by jamming a paperclip in the side slot. The tickets were a birthday present. Not my favourite band by a long shot, but Chris Martin et al put on a good show. We danced. I was cold. It rained.

Better by far were Elbow at Jodrell Bank. Anthemic, resonant, spine-tingling; poet-laureate Guy Garvey and crew did not disappoint in a setting that only served to enhance what was happening on stage. The gig brought together two of my favourite things;  soaring sounds and Cold War space technology. There was mud. A lot of mud. We sang. We danced. I may have been cold. It may have rained.

On one of the few dry days in the month I nipped into the garden with acrylics and a canvas which I painted along with the lawn, my shoes, my jeans and the cat. The finished product includes torn up poems, netting, gold wire and other textural nonsense.  (You can see the results in the accompanying photo)

Writing

My short play Toast was performed again at Newcastle’s Live Theatre and I’m now working on the full length version. Wrote a fair amount of new poetry and am delighted that some has been accepted by Ink, Sweat and Tears and Sentinel Quarterly for publication later in the year. Rounded off the month by performing some of the new poems at Southpaw (spoken word night in Newcastle)

It’s been business as usual at Danusha and I’m getting ready for a trip to Nepal at the end of July, but today I’m having some downtime, re-reading Peter Sansom’s Writing Poems  which is full of good advice and which makes me laugh out loud. Those who know me know that means – LOUD.

And that’s pretty much it, or at least, it’s as much as I’m prepared to admit.

Tea: Cherry Rose Sencha.
 

 

 

Good Guy Publishing

Good Guy Publishing

Got a hot set of short stories or a novel burning a hole in your hard drive? Epublishing could be the way forward. Earlier this week I had a chat with Graham Taylor over at Good Guy Publishing. Here’s what he had to say.

1. What inspires you to write?
Just about anything really, a film I’ve seen, a song I’ve heard, bits of a conversation I’ve ear-wigged on. I also use a lot of things I remember from my childhood, obviously changing the names to protect the guilty .

2. What advice would you give to anyone starting out?
Carry a note book (and a pen) everywhere you go. Save and back- up everything you write on your computer (it’s very easy to lose work). I’d also say try not to get too bogged down with polishing – write a fully-complete draft before tinkering with the polish. Don’t be afraid to give your work to others to read it and ask for feedback. Not everyone will like your work and that’s fine, we all have our own styles and tastes so don’t take it personally.

3. Why did you get into the epub business, and what are the benefits for authors?
I started Good Guy Publishing because I wanted to help new writers like myself starting out, to avoid the pitfalls that are so easy to fall into, where publishing is concerned. There are some publishers out there that don’t always have the best interests of the author in mind. GGP is intended to give new authors a chance and help to bring their work to the foreground and offer free editing and free advertising. 

4. How can people get in touch?
Directly through the website: www.goodguypublishing.co.uk 
or email at goodguypublishing@yahoo.co.uk

5. What kind of material are you looking for?
We’re happy to look at anything really, particularly short stories and works of flash fiction. Wherever possible we encourage submissions to be accompanied with a short synopsis to give us a flavour of the story. 

6. What are your strengths and weaknesses as a writer?
Very tough question. I’d like to think my imagination has to be one of my strengths, without that, I wouldn’t have any ideas and there wouldn’t be anything to write about. As I mentioned earlier I find movies, books and songs etc useful to kick-start the old grey matter. On the flipside of course, it can be difficult at times putting into words what I’m picturing in my mind’s eye and this is something I’m forever wrestling with to get right, which can be frustrating at times. I think knowing your weaknesses and working to improve them can also be a strength that can help. I used to worry that I couldn’t find anything to write about so I wrote about that and after a lot of editing and redrafting etc I ended up with ‘Climbing The Walls’

7. What are your favourite reads at the moment?
Currently reading The Descendants by K H Hemmings and thoroughly enjoying it. I’ve got a good few auto-biogs waiting in the wings and am pretty sure Bobby Robson and Alfred Hitchcock are next up.

8. Where do you see yourself in 5 years time?
Continuing to practice my craft and hopefully be a better writer and publisher by then, which will in turn help to expand my own collection of work in so doing help raise money for varying charities and projects close to my heart. As well as being a well-known and trusted e-publisher by then. I would love the opportunity to be involved with a play or film project in some capacity whether as writer or as publisher – so this will also be something I’ll be working towards.

9. One last question. Writers’ block: Fact or fiction? And if it’s a reality, how do you deal with it? Yes I think it certainly exists in the murky-depths of any creativity/imagination. It’s a difficult thing to describe, because it affects writers/artists etc in varying ways. As I mentioned earlier – one useful method I found of dealing with it on one particular sitting was to write about it and how it was affecting my writing at the time. It’s a great exercise that writers can then use in one form or another – maybe when writing about a author. I used it to some degree to write ‘Climbing the Walls’ which is where the title came from. Writer’s block to me personally can drive me to climb the walls.

Want to know more about this good guy? Check out his writer’s page on Amazon

 

The First 10,000

The Sea

It’s been a bit of a week which began last Sunday with a photography workshop up the coast at Bamburgh. Under the watchful eye of David Taylor four paparazzi wannabes lugged gear to the beach to learn how not to take bad pictures of the sea. I’ve been taking appalling shots of water for years so was keen to see if I could persuade Neptune’s bathtub to play nice and pose for the lens. Ideas of composition went out of the window as I struggled to balance tripod, camera, HD filters while working out shutter speed and aperture settings.

Actually, scratch that last as I mainly failed to work out shutter and aperture settings and thanks to my dodgy fingers the tripod got the better of me all day. It was like trying to wrestle the corpse of a giant three legged spider just as rigor mortis set in. Their was definitely sweat and the words that make my mother change channels may have been uttered.

But in the end determination paid off and I managed to trap a half decent image or two.  David was patience personified and didn’t even sneer at the paltry amount of kit I own. I worked out that between them the other three workshoppers could have flogged their gear and used the proceeds to buy a decent family hatchback. I guess there must be something in the old adage, “it’s not about the size of your equipment, but what you do with it.”

I’ve never really got on with photography in the UK as well as I do in other parts of the world. Something to do with the light and not having to wear 7 layers of wind-proof underwear, but the workshop has inspired me to make the effort to get out and about with the camera much more often. I’ll keep on taking lousy photos of the sea until one day I get it right and capture a shot that makes me smile and until I do I’ll comfort myself with the words of Henri Cartier-Bresson who said Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst.  Based on that I’ve only got another 4000 or so to go before I start to get the hang of it.


 

Toast

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I spent a good part of spring 2012 rattling up and down the A19 to participate in the New Playwrights Laboratory led by writer and director Andy Willoughby at ARC Stockton. Nine playwrights and I developed 15 minute plays which were performed on May 19th at the Short, Sharp Festival.

Along the way we visited classical theatre, knocked down the fourth wall, explored murder ballads, studied premise, wrote monologues, tried our hand at comedy and considered dramatic space.

It was wonderful to see the different approaches to storytelling used by each writer and I thoroughly enjoyed the learning process, not least because I got to meet some great people.

Our plays were judged by Tom Kelly, Dermot Kerrigan and Natalie Querol. Videos of ‘The Rookery’ by John Chadwick, ‘Bring the Noise’ by Dan Perry, ‘The Observation of Marie Farrar’ by Scarlet Pink and the Festival winners announcement are available on actor Chris Stewart’s Youtube Channel.

Much to my surprise, my play, Toast,  was chosen to be developed into a full-length piece. It was also chosen by Newcastle’s Live Theatre for their Short Cuts – The Final Cut production and Traverse Theatre have expressed an interest. I owe a big thank you to Andy, the original ARC cast and to Director Scott Young for doing such a superb job.

There’s a spoon in the toilet.

Watch this space…

Letting Go – Introducing Vic Watson

Letting Go by Victoria Watson

Life’s been a bit busy lately, hence the lack of Found Poet action. I’ll update you on all of that soon, but for now I’m handing over the keys to fellow writer and friend, Victoria Watson.

Victoria’s just published a book of short stories, Letting Go, available now on Amazon, so get downloading. I’ve got them filed on my Kindle app ready for my trip to Germany next week. It’s nice to know I’ll have something good to read on the train.

Take it away Victoria!

Thanks for letting me chat on your blog today. I’d like to talk about the importance of a good network when you’re a writer. 

I started writing regularly when I decided to take a Masters in Creative Writing at Northumbria Uni. I met some swell folks (yourself included) and since then I realised the significance of having a bunch of writer-types who understand what you’re going through. 

It’s nice to have a supportive partner or a friend or family member who will read your work but, unless they are writers themselves, they just don’t understand. There’s so much to consider – voice, pace, dialogue, layout and so on. Lots of people will tell you “Yeah, that’s nice” but you need someone to tell you what would make it better. That’s where your writing network comes in. 

Through the power of Twitter and Facebook, I also “met” some other amazing writers. I started my blog http://elementaryvwatson.wordpress.com in April 2011 and through that, it got me noticed by people and through Twitter, I was invited by Darren Sant to blog on Close to the Bone. From there, I’ve developed my blog, featuring a ‘Getting to Know You’ section where I give writers the opportunity to reach a new audience. I’ve also been invited onto lots of lovely blogs to write about my writing and give opinions on current events. 

I recently self-published my own collection of eight short stories called ‘Letting Go’. I decided to self-publish because I wanted to gauge public reaction to my stories and so far it’s been a real confidence-boost. I’ve got a few short stories that I’m working on at the moment and I’m hoping to release another collection soon.  

When I’m having times when I can’t write, I go onto Twitter or Facebook, email or text one of my writer buddies and I know they will gee me up. I like to think I do the same for them. I read a lot of WIPs (works in progress) and give feedback on it for people, like they do for me. When I was looking for cover art for ‘Letting Go’, the wonderful Fiona Johnson (AKA McDroll) sourced it and designed the cover for me.

Earlier this week, I attended a talk for World Book Day and met one of my Twitter friends, writer Zoe Sharp. Next weekend, I’m going to the launch of the new Radgepacket anthology and am going to finally meet a lot of my network for the first time.  

Thanks to social networking, I have friends all over the world and some on my doorstep. This means no matter what time, day or night, I know there’ll be someone there to chat to.  

You can download ‘Letting Go’ here 

You can also read more of my work here and you can catch me at goodreads.com and twitter @vpeanuts 

Thanks very much Victoria.  Good luck with your writing!!!

True Colours

Glass panel

Glass panel

Yesterday I got to spend some time working at one of my favourite places when Newcastle’s Live Theatre  played host to Arts Connect. Their aim was to address some of the issues which stop young people engaging in arts activities, with a particular emphasis on those with special needs. There were workshops in digital photography, art, drama and clowning and I got to enjoy them all while I made a photo document of the day.

As you’d expect there was a lot of laughter and energy throughout the building, but it was clear some of the more reserved kids found it harder to relax and let go – until they went to the clowning workshop. As a child I never like clowns. With their big shoes, wild make-up and gravitationally challenged trousers they seemed to me to be the stuff of nightmares. I now think differently.

Theatre masks

The workshop was led by performer and director Pady O’Connor and it was a complete joy to watch him work with yesterday’s participants. With a few simple props, including masks like the ones above, he enabled some of the shyer children to shine.

Human identity is a complex thing, shaped by so many factors; genetics, our environment, our families, trauma, to name only a few. It’s who we become; what we accept and own as being ourselves. I guess some of the kids who attended yesterday have had a hard time sorting out just who they are. They’ve had all kinds of labels flung at them throughout their lives and I got the sense that a fair few of them were burdened simply with the weight of their own being.

So I was transfixed as I sat and watched a shy, awkward young girl place a mask on her face and perform. She entered the room with her head down, not making eye contact with anyone.  But as Pady led her through a series of theatrical exercises she became something entirely other; graceful, beautiful, mesmerising, as if her true identity was finally taking centre stage.

When she made her bow and took off the mask, something of that stayed with her and she left the room with her head held high and a gorgeous smile. She even waved.  Her transformation had an effect on everyone who was there. Although it only took a few moments it was a profoundly moving experience which I feel privileged to have witnessed. It made me think about how we all have the power to build confidence in people and help transform them into something greater and it will live with me for a long time.

I’d love to post a photo of what I saw, but for obvious reasons I can’t. I will no doubt write a poem about it. The song that sums it up for me is this.

And now to the final Blafta in my blog awards. This one goes to fellow writer, Vic Watson at Elementary Watson  a place I always enjoy dipping into when I fancy a slice of culture.

Tea of the day: Assam. Hot and strong

Writing Prompt: What does identity mean to you? Write a poem about it.