Away from Home

This is just something I’ve been working on. 


Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Were’t not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour’d love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
But since thou lovest, love still and thrive therein,
Even as I would when I to love begin.

Moving on

Last night was opening night of the Stratford Community Players production of my play The Comedy of Errors. It was a thrill beyond imagining to hear my words brought to life in that way, and to see the characters so fully formed and embodied by the actors. The audience, however, was tiny. It made me realize that if I want to be a success I need to leave this small town and find my audience somewhere else.

I’ve been accepted into Bankside University’s Creative Writing program, the same school that Chris Marlowe is currently doing her Master’s at. I just read that she’s been offered a movie deal for her novel Dr. Faustus. She clearly found her audience; maybe she can help me find mine.

It’s never easy to leave your home behind, but I feel as though I have no choice. As if my life is out there, waiting for me. If I’m going to be a writer ‘tis high time I focus on my writing.