Here we go again. Far too much to do and not enough time to do any of it properly. Why do I keep inflicting this kind of panic on myself? I have two short weeks in which to work out the structure of a screenplay - I am still fannying around re-defining the action-idea - and then write enough of it to demonstrate that it's utterly brilliant. At the same time, I have lines to learn for the new murder mystery - which was penned by my good friend, David Carlisle, and is utterly brilliant - and in which I play - titter ye not! - the part of Twiggy St Clair, super model. Now, I have lost twelve pounds since January but I will need to lose another twelve to make even a passable Twiggy. Fortunately, it's a comedy - and I will be wearing a wig and a hat. By the way, my thanks go to the talented and tireless Barbara Laffin for her 'Garage Entertainment' fundraiser which took place last Saturday. This proved to be a show that was truly fun for all the family. I enjoyed it so much that, in a moment of weakness, I agreed to do a'turn' next time. See what I mean? Maybe I should deliver my rendition of 'I'm Jest A Gal Who Can't Say No'... Back to the screenplay!
