Fake nails

This is just getting silly now! My rational brain has told me that the competition for The Play’s The Thing is well and truly over. When you are running a competition this big and its going to cost so much money – surely you would vet the competitors to de-risk the project. So… it’s just time to get on with life.

But the Production Team did say that there was still a month left to go…

I should be writing! I feel sick to the stomach that I haven’t written anywhere near as much as would like to! Domestic life it getting in the way – plus this nagging feeling that there is still a chance in the competition…

It’s so hard to give up on this thing… I know how hard it is to pitch to agents, how hard it is to even get a theatre to accept a manuscript… Then comes the months of waiting for a reply… if you get one! (And that’s a big fat no from the playwright and director I pitched last time!)

The thought of going back to that is somewhat unpleasant… But it won’t stop me. I’ve never been one to wish time away, but if only today was 29 September 05… That way, I could wake up tomorrow and get on with things…

As it is, I’ll somehow force myself behind the PC and stop biting my nails. The joy is, when I do get there, I’ll be able to escape into my own imagination. The competition doesn’t exist in there.

It’s most definitely time to start dreaming new dreams and stop gnawing on my knuckles.