When I was a child, I used to go down to the sea a lot; stand at the water's edge and try and find the courage to wade in. Two deterrents: waves and temperature. Writing is like that. I've been at the water's edge for months. Want to share things. Don't know how.
Waves knock you down. Hot can become cold. Both can sting.
Acting can be like that too. Every audition is like a blind date. Every rejection a pain in the heart. The job you do get is the most exciting time in the world. Until the gremlins tell you "You're no good; everyone hates you; the director sees you for who you really are;
My blog title: an explanation: Artists need to consent to dreams. Dreams may turn into nightmares but if you believe in the dream you can get there.
I've had a little promise this week. A publication in a book of short stories with the rather strange title of "Toast". My story is about a dream Susan's. Look out for it. Susan's dream. Published by Mardi Books.