… in which I cross my fingers and click ‘Send’.
Done. For now.
Never Rains But It Pours Draft #1. Tick.
Of course, Draft #1 is never actually Draft #1. For me, I have 10 versions leading up to this point.
Not all 10 are full versions, I hasten to add, but 10 documents in which I have picked up from where I left off and moved forward and/or made changes. I don’t believe in deleting or writing over stuff too much. You never know what might come in handy later, so I try not to discard anything in case I want it further down the line.
10 seems to be about the norm for me … looking back, Mam, Dad, Monkey & Me got to 10 for the first draft, then a further 6 until the rehearsal script.
The next stage is a reading of all four scripts together. This is pencilled in for October, if memory serves. It’ll be exciting to hear what the other writers have come up with and how it compares in topic, style, tone, etc. And there’s always the worry I’ll be the rubbish one. But for now, today at least, I will savour the joy of getting the thing in on time. I’ll start fretting about the rest of it all tomorrow.
A bit like the Blue Peter tortoise, NRBIP can go in a box for a bit and I’ll dig it out in a while … in the meantime I have radio pitches to write and a third draft to crack on with elsewhere.
Because there’s nothing like a countdown to put the fear of God in you: 206 days until Past Glories opens at The People’s Theatre …