…the new play is written. I’d like to introduce you to ‘Balloon’.

Way ahead of schedule. And it’s really good, simple and bizarrely emotional in an ironic kind of way. It’s strange how as much as I wanted to ignore it, write something different, it kept drawing me back, toying with me to finish it. And every time I’d start something new I’d always end up trying to crowbar a scene from this play into it. I love it; it makes me laugh, it makes me proud and every time I read the ending I weep.

Now I’ve got seven whole days to write another one. Or two.

This new way of writing; starting at 5am, 12hrs straight writing, no breaks, no stimulation, just coffee, hard-work and hope seems to work best for me. Writing with limited preparation and nothing else but instincts, creativity and a big bag of trust.

I’m now in the odd space where I have nothing to write, but I know the next idea is just around the corner.

Merry Christmas fellow writers. Wishing you all a very creative new year.
Mxxx