... so little time left. The posters and press releases are appearing which makes everything very real. The stress has probably knocked a few years off my life expectancy and I’m down to six hours of sleep if I’m lucky.
We have been playing with the budget since my last post. The set has had a redesign; it looks the same, will be just as beautiful but will cost a third of the price and be easier to build. Magic! The timber will be delivered to the theatre tomorrow and set construction will begin in the evening.
Lighting now has a bigger allowance to cover the haze machine that will allow beams of light to be seen rather like a laser through smoke. Martin promises that the contraption will be quiet, well behaved and smell-free unlike its big brother the smoke machine which hisses, chokes you and puts smoke almost anywhere except where you want it.
The programme is almost finished. I spent Sunday lunchtime writing a dummy’s guide to quantum mechanics and nuclear fission, which wasn’t enough to fill up the empty space on page 7. With half a page left I scratched around for a filler and decided to pop in some odds and ends that I had found when I researched the play way back at the beginning.
The battle to find costumes is about to commence this evening in earnest. For reasons I won’t go into this has been more difficult than it might appear. Only three actors in the play after all, how hard could it be? Hmm…
The loser this week in all this frantic activity has been my son, Owen, who had his 18th Birthday yesterday. We scraped something together on the weekend and took him out for a meal in the evening – before I took posters down to the theatre later and persuaded people to find them a home – but I have some making up to do.
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