It’s an amazingly bizarre experience trying to get inside the head of SPB, he’s so like me, yet we couldn’t be more different. It’s like learning to walk and talk again; he (unlike me) has no rules, no sense of morals or danger. Writing for him, finding his voice, his movements and thoughts are going to be a big challenge for me, but it’s sure going to be exciting.

I had fun walking around the shops today trying to find out who SPB is. That’s my way of working; I hunt out part of his costume, a prop, something that represents him, and then I find it easier to find his voice, and ultimately become him. I need to ditch every ounce of logic my brain is clinging into.

Ironically after hours of searching London’s toy stores, charity shops and curiosity shops, I found a key prop (please let it be the first, last and only) which typified SPB perfectly in a gardening store. I love it when fate steps in.

More writing tomorrow. This character is a big bold step for me, I just need open my mind, trust my instincts and pray that SPB feels like joining in.

Slaters.
Mx