Limericks & Prayers

This week I have mostly been writing limericks and prayers! And insults.

I never ceased to be amazed by the unlikely directions in which my writing projects take me. The limericks are finally done and approved for The Mourning Primrose score by our Mr Music. The prayers – yes, Kani, I hear your panicked squeal at the unexpected plural – are still causing random frustration. Bloody sebum-sucking son of a plucked chicken Act Two is all I can say!

I always find final acts to be a bit of a bastard. Wrapping up plays is worse than wrapping up Christmas presents: there’s always cat hair in the sellotape. After further musings on feedback, I’ve decided that cutting an entire scene, adding a second prayer and rewriting the first – and jazzing up the whole package with some general nips and tucks ribbon – should just maybe possibly hopefully do the trick. (Un)luckily, I’m experiencing a sudden lull in the work department, so I hope to whip act two into shape and finally circulate the script by the end of the week.

If work continues to be minimal, next up on the scribbling pad will be this fortnight’s writing society exercise. The autumn production is going to require immense amounts of time and energy, so I’ve been umming and ahhing about whether or not to do Poetry and Jazz this season. I (un)fortunately seem to have been inspired by a combination of the next meeting’s word and the Poetry and Jazz theme. If my short series of poems Comestible Form comes to anything, my decision would appear to have been made for me.

And in case anybody's wondering, yes, that is a pig's heart.