Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Progress and casting

We are now half way through our writing workshops and we have progressed so much!
Out of the 3 women who originally turned up, one has become regular. Although we would have loved the others to stay, and share their experiences too, we are delighted to have Murielle with us as she has already input a lot of her into the creation of the script for 2|women and pointed a few things that me and Lorna had not thought of about our characters.
I will be brining in a first draft next week of the scenes we already have been working on and try and build up on that.

We are also now sure that one of the actresses in the final play will be Lynne who has been in the industry for years and has kindly offered her time to our project. We are still looking for her on-stage friend: Ashanti.
Any one interested please get in touch with us. We are also still looking for dancers.

Fingers crossed, the location that we have our hearts set on will be available on the chosen date! That way we can start promoting and selling tickets!! We had a meeting this week and should hear back by next week.

Looking forward to see the rest unfold!

Scenery Rain Cloud


This is a poem written by Murielle, one of the women we have been working with.
She has already a very visual style of writing and strong ideas about story telling. This piece was actually a part of one of her weekly assignments. We all picked a picture that Lorna and I had printed and came back the next week with something inspired by the image.
This is the first but am sure it won't be the last piece she decides to share with us.

Scenery, Rain, Cloud.

It all started like a beautiful and sunny day.
The kids were outside playing.
You could hear the birds sing.
The mums were out chatting,
when suddenly everything started changing.

One could have said that the end of the world was near.
The clouds were moving in cascade as if racing to cover the sun.
The sky became so dark.
Everyone was running to find shelter.

What started as a beautiful day, turned out to be a very bad day.

By Murielle.