Titus Andronicus

Here’s a little bit of a new short that I’ve been working on. I’m really excited about this one. 

“Bound and gagged the brothers hang, meat in a larder. The girl, tongueless, handless, and broken limps from the shadows.

“‘Look, Lavinia,’ the General chuckles, ‘look your enemies are bound. Gag them. We do not need to hear their cries. They need to hear, and they can’t if they are screaming too loud.’

The ancient patriarch circles. Knife in hand, he waits as his men stuff the mouths of the pigs about to be slaughtered.

‘This is the spring that you have stained, this is the summer mixed with your summer. You killed her husband. And for that crime her brothers were condemned to death, my hand taken from me. To you all a joke, a merry jest. And, from her you stole hands and tongue, and worst than all combined her spotless chastity. Oh, how I’ve longed for this moment. How I will martyr you. I still have hand enough to slit your throats. But, before I end you, and end you I shall, know your ignominy will not end with your death. Between her stumps, my sweet that you have bittered, holds a bowl to collect your sick. I will grind your bones to dust, and with your blood I shall make a paste. Your mother will sup with me. She we will feast upon that which she gave life.’

A whimper as the largest brother feels cold steel on his throat. A gurgle as his life drains from his neck. ”

Pretty fucked up huh? 

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.