麻豆约拍

My writing space
I write here simply because it's closest to the kettle. Tea is the life-blood of my writing and I must drink six cups a day. One day I hope to have a study or a writing shed, a space that I can adorn with inspiring images and quotes, but I'm a playwright in the 21st century and therefore I'm skint. So for now I make do with my housmate's laundry spinning and shaking the machine out from under the sink and the terrible music coming from the bearded, beanie wearing zeitgeist peddlers next door. I got my tea, I got pasta in the cupboard and pesto in the fridge. Sorted.
What I've learned from the experience
My previous work has been solely theatre based but I was surprised by the ingenuity brought about by the restrictions of radio. It dawned on me that from now on perhaps any line, scene or spoken moment I write should pass the radio test first. Would it work if our eyes were closed? Of course some of the greatest moments in the history of stage and screen would not pass this test but the restrictions put emphasis on the words in a way I found exciting, and the process has forged in me skills I hope never to forget, regardless of which medium I'm writing for.