Everyone has read out their ten minute plays now. Daryll the stand up comic wrote a humor filled satire about a conceptual artist and his assistant. We had a play about a spooky encounter with the other side and another one about something that completely escapes my memory. It was the Wednesday before Easter and I had to leave early to pick up kids from a primary school end of term disco. We are now all working on our second, third and final drafts. Then we are e-mailing them to Hilary to pass on to the actors who will perform our plays in the final two weeks. Then our course in beginning to write plays will be over. Over in meetings but not over in our minds. As we continue to work with how we feel a play needs to read vs our writing of it.
Most of my play draft has been consigned to the delete key and I have to re work my script from the middle of the action. Rewriting is the harder task, even though it has a more rewarding result.
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