Monday, 18 June 2012

Day 239: How Late It Was...

This images says 'Write Play Write' to me. Just me, then?
How does this happen? it's already quarter past midnight. I should have been asleep for an hour and I haven't even taken off my shoes yet.


Lovely, lovely, lovely impro and creative writing workshop tonight - the first one I've run. It was mostly attended by writers who had done no playing, and they did SO well at just going for it. We did some really juicy exercises and we even played Columbian Headfuck for a bit. They did really well. I swear I saw a lot less gazing into the middle distance and loads more writing. I loved it and I think they did too. 


Grateful for them, for the space, to Anna Levy for always being so great at asking me to do stuff like this - helps me stop trailing my arse on the ground and gets me working. 


I had the pleasure of speaking with sweet Pudding today. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

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