Said to me, in 2004, by a friend I hadn’t seen in ages. It was a few days before I flew to London, England, United Kingdom. I answered him, “That’s why I have to go see it now.” I got to see Big Ben, and Southbank, and the Inns of Chancery. The next year, LondonContinue reading ““Someone’s going to blow that place up soon.””
So. StageStruck, the Edmonton Regional One-Act festival happened this past weekend. I stopped posting a while ago about how The Ugly Princess was going, because things very nearly went…pear-shaped, as they would say in Scotland. (That’s one of my favourite UK expressions, after “mingin’ ” – stinky – and “bollocks” – self-explanatory). BUT, everyone pulledContinue reading “Busy busy Acting Writing WOW”
Okay, it’s also about sex and drinking (when I could still do that) in Scotland, and cats, as well as uteruses (uteri…?) It was confirmed today that my redux of It Started With an Allergy will be on at the Strathcona Edmonton Public Library for Fringe this summer. YAY!
My grandmother, whom I previously mentioned here, passed away three weeks ago. I have tried, as much as possible, to maintain this web presence as my public/Writer face. I established this blog and website to discuss theatre, and plug my own work. WORK, which indeed involves me. It’s not a place to very publicly whinge about myContinue reading “This blog is not a diary.”
Faithful readers will notice I’ve been quiet for a while – I’ll explain why tomorrow: this must come first. It won’t change anyone’s mind, but I’ll say it: I lived in Edinburgh, Scotland, from 2004 to 2008. Because my paternal grandfather was born in Lisburn, Northern Ireland, in 1900 (yeah), I was able to getContinue reading “I can never go back to Scotland?”
For various reasons, I haven’t been writing lately. I have a new(ish) day job, which I go in to early and sometimes stay late at…and occasionally, it’s going into the weekends. I’m enjoying it. It’s a lot of responsibility, and at 39, I’m beginning to feel like an… adult. I’ve rearranged a number of otherContinue reading ““So you want to be a writer?””
When I decided to upend my life at 29, I went to Scotland because it seemed the least scary for a big move. To wit – I wanted to GET AWAY, but I knew a fair bit about the UK and Ireland because lots of friends had been there – Winchester, Galway, and Glasgow wereContinue reading “What you DON’T need in Edinburgh”
I’m taking a page from fellow blogger Andrea Beca’s virtual book—-I will be posting now and again about my adventurous four years in Scotland. I lived in Edinburgh from November 2004 to February 2008. I was about to turn 30, and absolutely hated where my life was at, so I applied to film school, andContinue reading “How I broke my hand and fell in love with Edinburgh”