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Diary
of a Lazy Playwright
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27th January, 2002Keep leaving things in other rooms which means I have to troll back downstairs/upstairs to retrieve book/magazine/moisturiser/chosen CD's/comb, which annoys, which puts me off what I was going to do.Wonder if this is subconscious procrastination or just forgetfulness? Either way next house we buy will be smaller so less territory to cross for retrieval of personal items - and anyway I can't be arsed to clean it on a regular basis. Made little notebooks to hang from running machine and stepper. These have already proved useful when I made notes for three more (hurrah!) ideas for Private Eye. Put an afternoon aside to develop the ideas. Went to Private Eye website, trolled round the house picking up all the recent issues of Private Eye to flick through to 'get me in the mood'. Three hours later... found no new classmates on Friends Reunited, made a shopping list, tidied up one of the three piles of paper on my office floor, making four, followed through an ad in Private Eye and realised I might make my first ever purchase over the internet - a Russian Military watch. First was going to be a nucleur bunker (as a sort of den for grown ups) until partner Howard pointed out the practicalities of such a purchase. Civil defence and underground installations being my recent obsession. During all this, dialogue for the German play came flying into my head. Quickly wrote it down. Realised the German play is pushing itself more and more and eventually I'll have no choice but to write it. Darn! Finalised dates for London trip and research trip to the Midlands. Had to play table tennis e mail first though with people concerned. Not condusive to creative thought so took the dogs out. Danced to Rock me Gently on the patio. Farmer went by on his tractor. Resolved to type in five pages of Clearance a day, starting when I got back indoors. Have to find just the right CD to type in Clearance to. Decided on Underworld, look at CD cover, see they have a website, visit website, which leads to looking at other music sites, which leads to.... Time to make dinner. At least I resisted the urge to play Catch 'em Cowboy which is a minor victory. Two more lines of dialogue for the German play come to me while peeling potatoes. Write them down. Getting excited about the ideas and dialogue coming though more and more. Write my Boob Tube column. Whilst doing so get caught up on what's on TV. Flick through Radio Times and visit BBC website. Find a new game to play. Friend Fraser rings. Talk about Pop Idol and Graham Norton, how he should have two guests not three, as the second guest always looks miffed after two questions to be passed over for the third guest. Find a shirt advertised in a major newspaper which would be perfect for London trip. Ring up local branches to find it won't be in the shops for weeks. Shopping in Shrewsbury for birthday presents and new overnight bag for me. Troll round trying to find one that doesn't look like a cruise luggage for ninety year olds, will carry more than a toothbrush, doesn't look big enough to fit Tower Bridge, doesn't weigh fifty pounds when empty and doesn't cost £300. The one I nearly buy weighs sixty pounds at least, the other one I nearly buy might just fit a sponge bag. Partner Howard buys one for £10.20 reduced from £51. Might borrow that one. Had a fantastic response from the actor in Shortland Street who wrote to me. He made it into a TVseries over here. Resolve to meet up on one of my longer trips to Londinium. Think of all the books I've bought and had bought for me recently that I haven't started yet. That night continue reading The Glittering Prizes by Frederic Raphael, revel in the characters and the writing and then think; I never wrote to Tom Conti! Lynne Harvey
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