So, I won’t be posting too many poems or short stories for the next six weeks or so. I have started an (ambitious) project of writing four short comedic films about surreal situations in the workplace. It might work, it might be a disaster. I have very little experience of writing scripts, but I’m intruigued to see how my vocal narrative style has developed since my last efforts nearly three years ago.
When I say comedic, I really mean ‘a bit too dark and fucked-up to be taken completely seriously’. I want to rewrite my Commedia Dell ‘Arte office play, too. The is it medieval Italy/Isn’t it medieval Italy pantomimeyness seems more relevant than ever in these dark, tory-infested times.
Anyway, wish me luck. I might come crawling back with my tail between my legs soon enough.