Monday, August 22, 2005

M is getting increasingly nervous re her play. Understandably - this is a nerve wracking process, nothing to do with writing, just waiting for other people to do something with your words, hoping it all turns out the way it was in your head months and months ago. I'm not being much help either. There's nothing much to do to help, anyway. Just turn up on the first night, make sure M basks in her deserved glory. These are the difficult times to live with a writer in the equally early stages of a career as a playwright. Concern and offers of encouragement mixed with slight pangs of jealousy. We truly are Verlaine and Rimbaud at the moment.

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