THE DARK HORSE

My legs, I dreamt were being eaten by crabs, and I progressivelly became smaller until my torso was growing out of the sludge. Then I awoke, distressed, worried and angst. I looked down and my legs were still there, I was a few hours older than when I fell asleep. I realised that my life is confused, slightly less in  line than my  hopes had been when I was younger at least ten or so years younger.  I am still waiting to hear the outcome of funding . Will the theatre group get funded again? Will we survive for another year? Too many questions.

As Oscar Wilde wrote 'Experience is what we call our mistakes" I agree there is no excuse for my mistake at this point, I search for them, too much pressure, not enough time, not enough budget, etc etc... but in reality twenty years in the business, a great mind, or at least a mind and some vision, lots  of support I still managed to get out two trashy works in six months!

This is a new morning, last night I met with my theatre board and had the support I needed. They seem less concerned than me about the vicious review of the play. In fact something even better there is an opportunity to have the work read by people at the George Pap theatre in NYC, this is exciting, very exciting. My greatest mistake was not presenting the work as work-in-progress, my confusion and in part hybris was at fault. Never again will I put out a work to the public unless it is fully developed, this is not fair for the artists or the team of creaters in the project.

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Recently I developed a play which did not meet the mark! THE HIT

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