I have Shakespeare on the brain, what with the early stages of Macbeth in preparation (next year's Traquair production, where I am 'Director of Weird') and an upcoming production of Twelfth Night in New Zealand, where I am arriving at the last minute and appearing to direct operations. Icing the cake, in reality. This, combined with various workshop commitments here and black-clothed coffee-enriched meetings about future events, makes for a pleasing combination of activities occasionally darkened by last-minute frenzies and glimpses into the 'what about money ?' chasm.
I co-presented an adult workshop on Sunday about the RSC method of reading Shakespearean texts (I was doing the improvisation, status and physical theatre bits) which I found thought-provoking and inspiring. There are plans for more, based on the positive feedback we got, so more irons in the fire. Meanwhile it is timely new understandings for Twelfth Night.
House plans continue to limp along; we've moved up to roof shapes, square metres of window glass and definitions of 'combustible' now, so that has to be progress, doesn't it ?
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