Kneehigh's Tristan and Iseult last night. I know, it's got to stop. Wasn't I writing a play?
What can I say, but that the last time I was so trainwrecked after a show was Angels In America thirteen years ago. Weird thing is, I was sitting in exactly the same place in the same theatre, give or take a couple of seats.
Sent stuff to an agent today. One who's "interested". We'll see.
Meanwhile we have no income and I'm at that point with the play when I have to decide how many stops to pull out. There are already miracles, bombs, and more violent acts than in all my other things put together. Also the Virgin Mary swearing. What do I think I'm doing?
Gone back to the old title, The May Queen.