Today is a sad day. A day of distraught. Of tears. Of loss. A day filled with misery, ending with crippling loneliness and despair. For today is the day that I am not allowed to watch EastEnders. And I am heartbroken.
Tag: writing
Edinburgh Fringe 2019: The Aftermath
Yes, the Fringe is well and truly over for another year. This was my fourth year performing at it, and the second time Fonmanu Creative produced a show. It’s also the first year I’ve made a profit, yaaaaaas!! I’m the ultimate baller now £££$$£££$$£££$££$ Ker-CHING. But asides from that, how was it? Weird.
Optimism and Potatoes
I’ve been having a bit of a wild week. I’ve had several panic attacks, the worst I’ve ever had, and also had a new experience with paralysing anxiety. I’ve never had that before! It was wild! I literally couldn’t move because my anxiety was through the roof. However, ten minutes later after I recovered, I was dancing around my bedroom to Altered Images. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: borderline personality disorder is a fucking rollercoaster. A rollercoaster of fun!
POSITIVE PROGRESS
REJOICE. CELEBRATE. APPLAUD. I AM MAKING PROGRESS! GO ME. I’M THE BEST.
Another Brick in The Wall
No, it’s not about Pink Floyd. In fact, that is my entire knowledge of Pink Floyd. So if you were mislead by the title and expected this post to be about them, then shame on you. It’s about me, as all of these posts are. I mean, it’s my blog,
How To Write A Show
A question I get asked a lot is “How are you so good looking?” A question I get asked less frequently is “How do you write a show?” My answer to both these questions is the same: I don’t know, it just happened.
Back in the swing of it.
Yeah, so remember how I’m a writer/producer? Me neither! It’s been so long since I’ve done any sort of script writing or theatre/short film making. Which is the actual whole point of Fonmanu Creative. No, it’s not just a platform for me to ramble on about my mental health issues and my love life- it’s actually supposed to be a company which makes shit happen. So, my bad!
