:: Writing Frenzy ::

In my current overworked state, it may seem like folly to take on any more projects, but sometimes it's hard to just say no...

On Thursday night I had a meeting with my now regular theatrical collaborator, Big Girl's Blouse and a local group eager to put on a charity show at the pub where we did Shakers Restirred Revived. The idea was to pu on an evening of sketches, songs and readings on the theme of the Seven Dealy Sins. Fantastic, I said to myself, and walked into the meeting adamant that I was not going to take on a major role in anything. Bit of organisation perhaps, but nothing too heavy-going. Two hours later, and I'd agreed to help co-ordinate and write the bloody thing. Weak-willed as I am, the proposal semed too good to miss. The narrator is a hallucinating drunken tramp who appears on stage huddled on a park bench, clutching a bottle of booze and the shattered fragments of his life. He introduces scenes from Dr Faustus and a whole host of other pieces. The only thing is, I've got to come up with something by Tuesday week. Seems like I'll be spending a few nights in neglecting the social whirl, then...

Then, last night, on the occasion of a mutual friend's birthday, I met up with La Fosquette for the first time in ages. He's thinking of writing another song cycle and wanted to know if I had any ideas. Our last joint project was a set of songs based on some of my Suburban Nightmares haiku. I said I'd think about it, but fortunately, there's no tight deadline for this one.

Think I'd better get typing...