Sketch a day - Day 224/365

Today has been full on with thinking and rewriting the Otherhood play.

Mostly it's been thinking. Sitting with notes. Rereading scenes. Rereading notes. Thinking about how a note is sometimes so bang on, it's infuriating/embarrassing that you didn't notice the problem before sending the last draft in.

Thinking about how sometimes a note isn't bang on and needs to be ignored.

And thinking about the most tricky but probably most important notes, which are trying to fix a problem which isn't a problem but points to a problem none of us has exactly figured out, but which is there. The noter feels it and that feeling mustn't be ignored, even if the exact spot where they feel the problem is, isn't actually the problem. The problem is there. It is! It's somewhere. Like when someone feels a pain in a part of the body but the problem is not where the pain is? These notes are the really hard but essential ones to hold onto.

Thinking about trying to make sure that I make the right choices about the notes.

Trying in other words to figure out, after lots of brilliant people's brains have been over the last draft, what I now thank is the way forward.

What do I think?

It can be difficult. But I think this is the hardest part of writing for me. In the end, after everyone else has made their case, I have to know my own mind.

Anyway, today was mostly all of that. But also, a bit of sitting in the garden looking at the anemones.

Every year I try and capture the anemones in our garden. I try and every year they evade me.

The orange paper felt right for a day, which has been so hot.

I think the plant has sent up fewer flowers this year. But I might be wrong.

And that's the news.