Here's where things start getting interesting.
Here's when there's nothing but smooth rock face soaring upwards, with the occasional crimp, gut-wrenchingly out of reach.
Here's when there's no more scree or moraine… just a sheer wall of ice.
Here's when your lungs give out, your knees start to buckle and your brain starts locking into repetitive half-thoughts, spiraling out of focus.
And so on…
(I think I haven't gone climbing in a while and it's showing!)
In a few days I begin battle testing the latest play at the Royal Court's International Residency for Emerging Playwrights. I will be working with collaborators to flesh out the text and move the text onwards from the first draft.
No details yet. But will do a weekly update kind of thing to track progress. More in a bit...
