Jump Now – A short story

It was 2 am, the ideal time to assemble a team that would be clandestinely boarding a vessel.

Dark and moonless, it was fortuitous rather than planned, and, dressed in black from head to toe, it was hard to see the others in the inky darkness.  At least something was on our side.

Up until this point, we’d had nothing but bad luck, though I was more of the opinion that we had a traitor in our midst because some of the events could not have any other explanation.

It had caused me to be far more selective in who I gave details of the mission to.

Each of the four team members had arrived and let themselves into the shed.  It was not far from the ocean, and a small pier where there was a landing craft waiting.  From there, it would be a half-hour trip out to the ship in question, where, if we got close enough, we would either have to go over the side and swim or pull alongside, but either way, we’d have to go up a rope.

A lot depended on the crew member we had recruited getting a rope overboard, and given the luck we had so far, if there was a flaw in the plan, that was it.

Aside from the four people sitting in front of me, there were only three others privy to what was about to happen.  Now, with recent events, it was hard to imagine that one of them could betray us. That’s why I hadn’t completely told them what they were about to do, just that they needed to be prepared to get wet.

“I’m sure, now we’re here, you can tell us what’s going on.”  Robert was the most trusted of my team and my best friend.

“And why all the hush-hush?”  Linda added.  She had been amused at the secrecy and my explanation.

I was never very good at spinning a story.  She knew that but had not questioned why.

“It’s been touch and go for the last week.  It’s why we’ve all been on standby, with this last-minute call out.  We’ve been waiting for a particular ship to leave port, and now it has.  So, without further ado, let’s get to it.  A boat ride, just enough time to gather the courage to the sticking point, and then with any luck we won’t have to go into the water and swim, but a short shimmy up a rope.  I hope you’ve all been working out.”

The boat ride was in silence.  I’d worked with this group before, and they were not big on talking.  Aside from the fact that noise travelled over water, and since we had a specially silenced motor on the boat, there was not going to be any unnecessary conversation.

We could see the ship once we reached the headland, and aside from its running lights, there were lights where I presumed the bridge was, and several in the crew quarters.  Closer again, I got the impression it was not moving, or if it was, it was very slow.  It was difficult to make out in the darkness.  That same darkness aided our approach.

When we were within several hundred yards, I could see that the ship was not moving and, in fact, had the anchor out.

That was not expected.  Were they waiting for us?  Had they discovered the crew member who was working with us?  We’d know soon enough if there was no rope in the designated point, not far forward of the stern, a spot where we could maneuver the boat under the hull curvature.

The driver piloted the boat slowly to the designated point, and the rope was there.  He would stay with the boat and wait.  The four of us would go up and collect what we came for.

I watched the three go up the rope before me, waiting for the last to stop at the top and then go over the side onto the deck.  It took nearly a minute before I got the signal that it was clear to follow.

It had been too easy.

I went up the rope slowly, slower than the others, something other than the object of the exercise on my mind.  Not three days before, I had a conversation with my boss, telling him that I’d been doing the job too long and that it was time to retire.  Approaching forty wasn’t exactly retirement age, but in this job, lasting that long was almost a miracle.  The places I’d been, the sights I’d seen, and the people I’d met.  And how many lives I’d used up.

It was a dangerous thing, thinking about anything other than the job when you’re on the job.

I reached the top and pulled myself over the railing and onto the deck.  A little off balance, it took a moment to stand.  By then, it was too late.

Two of the three other members of the team were sitting by the superstructure, hands on their heads, two members of the crew were watching them, guns at the ready, and Linda had one pointing at me.

“I can’t imagine how MacIntyre thought he was going to convince Petra to defect.  Or how this charade of a rescue attempt was ever going to work.”

I put my hands up.  Not entirely unexpected.  “It was not the mission objective.”

“What…”

I was surprised that she had made her move so early.  If it were my operation, I would wait until we were well into the superstructure, heading to the cabin where Petra would be waiting, and then make the move.

Three seconds, three shots, two guards taken out, and Linda incapacitated.  She would not be moving or fighting back any time soon.  Then Petra came out of the shadows, and I collected Linda’s gun and stood near her, just in case Petra missed the target.

Petra cut the two others’ bindings and said, “Get to the side and jump now.”

Linda looked up at me.  “What now?”

I shrugged.  “Time for us to leave.”  I gave Petra a nod, and she went over to the side, took one look back at Linda, shook her head, then jumped.

“You’re just going to leave me here?”

“If it were up to me, I’d shoot you, but MacIntire is getting a little soft in his old age.  But yes, I’m leaving you here.  Now, I really must go.”

I took a last look at Linda, who realised that if she moved, it would only worsen her injury, and jumped, not exactly my preferred way of leaving the ship.

The boat came up alongside me, and two hands dragged me on board. At the same time, we could hear the sound of the anchor chain being pulled up, and the propellers creating a wash as the ship started moving.

Job done, and not one that pleased me.  “Let’s go home,” I told the driver, “it’s past my bedtime.”

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© Charles Heath 2020-2025

The 2am Rant: Going to church on Sunday

This is my least favored option for spending a Sunday morning, but having married a Catholic and agreeing to adopt Catholicism, it’s one of those things that has to be done on rare occasions, usually a child’s milestone.

Yes, we went through our children’s moments like baptism, first communion, and confirmation, or these days in a somewhat different order.  Then it came to the turn of our grandchildren and today the last child is making her first communion, and there will end our involvement till the last rites.

Hopefully.

Church to me doesn’t hold any real significance.  It doesn’t mean that I would debunk the idea of religion and I firmly believe that if anyone believes in God, then that’s their right.

And it seems there are a lot of believers.  I’m sitting in the church now and it is packed.  It might be that it’s a captive audience given that it’s a first communion for grade three students and others. but given the enthusiasm of the children involved, I’d say the church was about to get over a hundred new followers.

Of course, a lot depends on the enthusiasm and devoutness of the parents who may wish to spend their Sundays in a different manner, but I suspect there are many here who will continue their devoutness in some form or other.

As for me, sadly, I will continue to use the only day of the week it’s possible to sleep in.

Writing a book in 365 days – 338

Day 338

Don’t Be Obsessed, Be Obsessedly Curious: The Balanced Art of Writing a Compelling Play

Playwriting is a thrilling dance between creativity and discipline. It’s a craft that demands passion, yet many aspiring playwrights believe they must be obsessively consumed by their work to succeed. But here’s the truth: you don’t need to be obsessive to write a great play. Instead, what you need is curiosity, patience, and a toolkit of strategies to bring your vision to life. Let’s explore why obsession isn’t the answer—and how to write a play that lingers in the hearts of audiences long after the curtain falls.

The Myth of the “Obsessed Artist”

Pop culture loves the image of the tormented artist locked in a studio for months, surviving on coffee and sheer willpower. But this myth is a red herring. While dedication is key, obsession—borderline compulsion, neglecting self-care, or losing balance—can lead to burnout, poor writing, and even health issues.

Consider this: Great plays are born from sustainable creativity, not self-destruction. Playwrights like Lynn Nottage and David Mamet thrived by setting boundaries, sleeping, and nourishing their minds with diverse experiences. The goal isn’t to “die for your art” but to live for it in a way that fuels your creativity without stealing your joy.

5 Strategies to Write a Compelling Play (Without Going Crazy)

1. Start with a Core Question, Not a Plot

Every great play is driven by an emotional or philosophical “what if?” Ask yourself:

  • What story haunts me?
  • What truth am I desperate to explore?
    Your answer might be as simple as, “What if a single mother lost her job and had to choose between her kids and a dream?” That question becomes the heartbeat of your play. Build your plot and characters to answer it—or, better yet, to challenge it.

2. Craft Nuanced Characters, Not Stereotypes

Audiences don’t want perfect heroes or villains. They want characters who feel human: flawed, vulnerable, and complicated.

  • Give each character a hidden motive. (Example: A grieving father might lash out, but his rage masks guilt.)
  • Avoid monologues that “explain” everything—let their actions and subtext do the work.

3. Fuel the Fire with Conflict and Stakes

Conflict isn’t just a punchy line—it’s the engine of drama. Ask:

  • What do my characters want?
  • What’s stopping them?
  • What do they stand to lose?

Think of Glengarry Glen Ross by David Mamet: The fight for a car sales job isn’t just about money—it’s about dignity. Raise the stakes by making the cost of failure personal.

4. Dialogue That Bites: Less Is More

Play dialogue should echo real speech—but with purpose.

  • Trim the filler: Delete “ums” and “you know.”
  • Subtext is your friend: Let characters say one thing but mean another. (This is how Shakespeare’s Ophelia truly speaks.)
  • Conflict in soundbites: Short, sharp lines pack more punch than long speeches.

Need help? Try the “Rewrite as a Screenplay” method: If your lines would feel at home on a Zoom call, they’re not dramatic enough.

5. Edit Ruthlessly and Collaborate Relentlessly

First drafts are drafts for a reason. Let them simmer, then revise with a surgeon’s precision.

  • Cut scenes that don’t serve the core question.
  • Work with others: Read your play aloud to beta readers, actors, or writers’ groups. Fresh ears catch what you miss.

Remember: Even August Wilson revised his plays 20+ times. Perfection isn’t a starting point—it’s a destination.

The Secret Sauce: Curiosity Over Compulsion

The key to writing a compelling play isn’t marathon sessions fueled by espresso but consistency and exploration. Take walks, read poetry, or attend stranger’s conversations. Inspiration isn’t just about being a “crazy artist”—it’s about living with open eyes and ears.

And when you feel stuck? Pace yourself. A daily 30-minute writing habit can build a masterpiece faster than a week-long caffeine-fueled sprint followed by burnout.

Final Thought: Write to Be Free, Not Trapped

A play is a mirror held up to life. It doesn’t have to be born of obsessive frenzy—just honest curiosity. The stage is for stories that matter, not for self-imposed suffering. So write from your deepest joys, fears, and questions. And remember: Your best work will come when you’re energised to tell it—not exhausted by the process.

Now go. Let the world see what makes you uniquely human. The audience is waiting. 🎭

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Top 5 sights on the road less travelled – Sofia

Discovering the Hidden Gems of Sofia: 5 Off-the-Beaten-Path Experiences

Sofia, the vibrant capital of Bulgaria, is a city that seamlessly blends ancient history, cultural richness, and modern charm. While many tourists flock to the city’s iconic landmarks like the Alexander Nevsky Cathedral and the Ivan Vazov National Theatre, there’s a treasure trove of lesser-known experiences waiting to be uncovered. In this blog post, we’ll take you on a journey to explore the top five alternative things to do in Sofia, venturing off the beaten path to reveal the city’s best-kept secrets.

1. Explore the Sofia Central Market (Halite) for a Taste of Local Life

Tucked away in the heart of the city, the Sofia Central Market is a bustling hub of activity that’s often overlooked by tourists. This historic marketplace has been in operation since 1909 and offers a fascinating glimpse into local life. Wander through the stalls, sampling traditional Bulgarian delicacies like banitsa, shopska salad, and lukanka, while soaking up the lively atmosphere. From fresh produce to handicrafts, the market is a treasure trove of authentic Bulgarian culture.

2. Visit the Museum of Socialist Art for a Unique Glimpse into Bulgaria’s Past

Located in a quiet neighbourhood, the Museum of Socialist Art is a quirky and fascinating museum that showcases a collection of artworks from Bulgaria’s socialist era. With over 70 artifacts, including sculptures, paintings, and mosaics, the museum provides a thought-provoking insight into the country’s complex history. The museum’s outdoor sculpture park is particularly noteworthy, featuring an impressive array of monumental socialist-realist artworks.

3. Take a Stroll through the Borisova Gradina Park and Lake

Escape the hustle and bustle of city life with a leisurely walk through the beautiful Borisova Gradina Park, one of Sofia’s largest and most scenic green spaces. The park is home to several lakes, walking trails, and plenty of picnic spots, making it an ideal spot to relax and unwind. Rent a boat and enjoy a serene ride on the lake, or visit the park’s charming restaurants and cafes to sample some delicious Bulgarian cuisine.

4. Discover Street Art in the Oborishte Neighbourhood

Sofia’s Oborishte neighbourhood is a hotspot for street art, with vibrant murals and graffiti adorning the walls of buildings and fences. Take a self-guided walking tour to explore the area’s eclectic mix of urban art, which reflects the city’s modern, creative spirit. From quirky portraits to thought-provoking social commentary, the street art in Oborishte is a must-see for anyone interested in contemporary culture.

5. Attend a Performance at the Sofia Opera and Ballet

While the Ivan Vazov National Theatre is well-known, the Sofia Opera and Ballet is another cultural gem that’s often overlooked by tourists. With a rich history dating back to 1890, the opera house hosts a diverse range of performances, from classical operas to contemporary ballet productions. Even if you’re not an opera or ballet enthusiast, the stunning architecture and ornate interior of the building make it worth a visit.

In conclusion, Sofia is a city that rewards exploration and curiosity. By venturing off the beaten path, you’ll discover a treasure trove of unique experiences, from bustling markets and quirky museums to scenic parks and vibrant street art. Whether you’re a history buff, a foodie, or an art lover, Sofia has something to offer, and with this guide, you’ll be well on your way to uncovering the city’s best-kept secrets. So why not take the road less travelled and discover the real Sofia?

What I learned about writing – Not every writing issue is writer’s block

If I get a headache, I can take paracetamol

If I have a sore back, I can take ipBrufen.

If I can’t put words on paper … what is there I can take?

It affects us all at some point, but it’s not necessarily that old demon writer’s block.

What is writer’s block anyway?  Is it some existential disease that doesn’t really exist, yet something we can blame where we can’t write?

So, it’s down to looking for reasons, and logically looking at what is the underlying cause of the problem.  We should be asking ourselves questions, like

Are we constantly distracted from writing?

Plan or no plan, subconsciously it doesn’t feel right, that the next scene, plotline or character interaction does follow, is contrived, is just plain wrong?

Usually, for me, it only takes two questions and the answer pops up.

I’ve written myself into the proverbial corner, and there’s no logical way to go forward.

What does that mean?

Well, that is covered by a third possible outcome from answering the questions.

I have to go back and do some major re-writes of earlier work, make sure there are the appropriate hooks and maybe even change the direction, even if just a little.

That, in itself, in the back of your mind, knowing what has to be done, and putting off the inevitable, is another reason why this project isn’t moving forward.

Two aspirin can’t solve this.

Nothing can.

Perhaps we should rename writer’s block to writer’s dilemma.

Another excerpt from ‘Betrayal’; a work in progress

…

My next destination in the quest was the hotel we believed Anne Merriweather had stayed at.

I was, in a sense, flying blind because we had no concrete evidence she had been there, and the message she had left behind didn’t quite name the hotel or where Vladimir was going to take her.

Mindful of the fact that someone might have been following me, I checked to see if the person I’d assumed had followed me to Elizabeth’s apartment was still in place, but I couldn’t see him. Next, I made a mental note of seven different candidates and committed them to memory.

Then I set off to the hotel, hailing a taxi. There was the possibility the cab driver was one of them, but perhaps I was slightly more paranoid than I should be. I’d been watching the queue, and there were two others before me.

The journey took about an hour, during which time I kept an eye out the back to see if anyone had been following us. If anyone was, I couldn’t see them.

I had the cab drop me off a block from the hotel and then spent the next hour doing a complete circuit of the block the hotel was on, checking the front and rear entrances, the cameras in place, and the siting of the driveway into the underground carpark. There was a camera over the entrance, and one we hadn’t checked for footage. I sent a text message to Fritz to look into it.

The hotel lobby was large and busy, which was exactly what you’d want if you wanted to come and go without standing out. It would be different later at night, but I could see her arriving about mid-afternoon, and anonymous among the type of clientele the hotel attracted.

I spent an hour sitting in various positions in the lobby simply observing. I had already ascertained where the elevator lobby for the rooms was, and the elevator down to the car park. Fortunately, it was not ‘guarded’ but there was a steady stream of concierge staff coming and going to the lower levels, and, just from time to time, guests.

Then, when there was a commotion at the front door, what seemed to be a collision of guests and free-wheeling bags, I saw one of the seven potential taggers sitting by the front door. Waiting for me to leave? Or were they wondering why I was spending so much time there?

Taking advantage of that confusion, I picked my moment to head for the elevators that went down to the car park, pressed the down button, and waited.

The was no car on the ground level, so I had to wait, watching, like several others, the guests untangling themselves at the entrance, and an eye on my potential surveillance, still absorbed in the confusion.

The doors to the left car opened, and a concierge stepped out, gave me a quick look, then headed back to his desk. I stepped into the car, pressed the first level down, the level I expected cars to arrive on, and waited what seemed like a long time for the doors to close.

As they did, I was expecting to see a hand poke through the gap, a latecomer. Nothing happened, and I put it down to a television moment.

There were three basement levels, and for a moment, I let my imagination run wild and considered the possibility that there were more levels. Of course, there was no indication on the control panel that there were any other floors, and I’d yet to see anything like it in reality.

With a shake of my head to return to reality, the car arrived, the doors opened, and I stepped out.

A car pulled up, and the driver stepped out, went around to the rear of his car, and pulled out a case. I half expected him to throw me the keys, but the instant glance he gave me told him was not the concierge, and instead brushed past me like I wasn’t there.

He bashed the up button several times impatiently and cursed when the doors didn’t open immediately. Not a happy man.

Another car drove past on its way down to a lower level.

I looked up and saw the CCTV camera, pointing towards the entrance, visible in the distance. A gate that lifted up was just about back in position and then made a clunk when it finally closed. The footage from the camera would not prove much, even if it had been working, because it didn’t cover the life lobby, only in the direction of the car entrance.

The doors to the other elevator car opened, and a man in a suit stepped out.

“Can I help you, sir? You seem lost.”

Security, or something else. “It seems that way. I went to the elevator lobby, got in, and it went down rather than up. I must have been in the wrong place.”

“Lost it is, then, sir.” I could hear the contempt for Americans in his tone. “If you will accompany me, please.”

He put out a hand ready to guide me back into the elevator. I was only too happy to oblige him. There had been a sign near the button panel that said the basement levels were only to be accessed by the guests.

Once inside, he turned a key and pressed the lobby button. The doors closed, and we went up. He stood, facing the door, not speaking. A few seconds later, he was ushering me out to the lobby.

“Now, sir, if you are a guest…”

“Actually, I’m looking for one. She called me and said she would be staying in this hotel and to come down and visit her. I was trying to get to the sixth floor.”

“Good. Let’s go over the the desk and see what we can do for you.”

I followed him over to the reception desk, where he signalled one of the clerks, a young woman who looked and acted very efficiently, and told her of my request, but then remained to oversee the proceeding.

“Name of guest, sir?”

“Merriweather, Anne. I’m her brother, Alexander.” I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my passport to prove that I was who I said I was. She glanced cursorily at it.

She typed the name into the computer, and then we waited a few seconds while it considered what to output. Then, she said, “That lady is not in the hotel, sir.”

Time to put on my best-confused look. “But she said she would be staying here for the week. I made a special trip to come here to see her.”

Another puzzled look from the clerk, then, “When did she call you?”

An interesting question to ask, and it set off a warning bell in my head. I couldn’t say today, it would have to be the day she was supposedly taken.

“Last Saturday, about four in the afternoon.”

Another look at the screen, then, “It appears she checked out Sunday morning. I’m afraid you have made a trip in vain.”

Indeed, I had. “Was she staying with anyone?”

I just managed to see the warning pass from the suited man to the clerk. I thought he had shown an interest when I mentioned the name, and now I had confirmation. He knew something about her disappearance. The trouble was, he wasn’t going to volunteer any information because he was more than just hotel security.

“No.”

“Odd,” I muttered. “I thought she told me she was staying with a man named Vladimir something or other. I’m not too good at pronouncing those Russian names. Are you sure?”

She didn’t look back at the screen. “Yes.”

“OK, now one thing I do know about staying in hotels is that you are required to ask guests with foreign passports their next destination, just in case they need to be found. Did she say where she was going next?” It was a long shot, but I thought I’d ask.

“Moscow. As I understand it, she lives in Moscow. That was the only address she gave us.”

I smiled. “Thank you. I know where that is. I probably should have gone there first.”

She didn’t answer; she didn’t have to, her expression did that perfectly.

The suited man spoke again, looking at the clerk. “Thank you.” He swivelled back to me. “I’m sorry we can’t help you.”

“No. You have more than you can know.”

“What was your name again, sir, just in case you still cannot find her?”

“Alexander Merriweather. Her brother. And if she is still missing, I will be posting a very large reward. At the moment, you can best contact me via the American Embassy.”

Money is always a great motivator, and that thoughtful expression on his face suggested he gave a moment’s thought to it.

I left him with that offer and left. If anything, the people who were holding her would know she had a brother, that her brother was looking for her, and equally that brother had money.

…

© Charles Heath – 2018-2025

Top 5 sights on the road less travelled – Belgrade

Uncovering the Hidden Gems of Belgrade: 5 Off-the-Beaten-Path Experiences

Belgrade, the vibrant capital of Serbia, is a city that seamlessly blends Eastern and Western cultures, offering a unique and exciting travel experience. While most tourists flock to the famous Kalemegdan Fortress and Saint Sava Temple, there’s more to Belgrade than meets the eye. As a seasoned traveller, I’m excited to share with you the top five other things to do in Belgrade that will take you off the beaten path and into the heart of this fascinating city.

1. Explore the Street Art Scene in Savamala

Tucked away in the Savamala neighbourhood, Belgrade’s street art scene is a treasure trove of creativity and self-expression. This former industrial area has been transformed into a vibrant arts district, featuring stunning murals, graffiti, and quirky installations. Take a self-guided walking tour to discover the works of local and international artists, and experience the city’s edgy, avant-garde side. Be sure to check out the famous “Savamala” mural, which has become a symbol of the neighbourhood’s revitalisation.

2. Visit the Nikola Tesla Museum

While many visitors to Belgrade are familiar with the famous scientist’s name, few know about the fascinating museum dedicated to his life and work. The Nikola Tesla Museum is a must-visit for anyone interested in science, technology, and innovation. Located in a beautiful villa, the museum showcases an impressive collection of Tesla’s personal belongings, experiments, and inventions, including his famous Tesla coil. The museum’s interactive exhibits and guided tours offer a unique glimpse into the mind of a genius.

3. Take a Stroll through the Botanical Garden

Escape the hustle and bustle of the city and find serenity in the beautiful Botanical Garden, also known as the Jevremovac Botanical Garden. This peaceful oasis is home to over 1,000 plant species, including some rare and endangered ones. As you wander through the gardens, you’ll discover a variety of flora, from roses and lavender to cacti and succulents. The garden’s tranquil atmosphere and stunning natural beauty make it an ideal spot for relaxation and contemplation.

4. Discover the Vinča Culture at the Vinča Archaeological Site

Located just outside Belgrade, the Vinča Archaeological Site is a fascinating glimpse into the city’s ancient past. This Neolithic settlement, dating back over 7,000 years, is one of the oldest and most important archaeological sites in Europe. Explore the excavated ruins, which feature remnants of ancient homes, pottery, and tools, and learn about the daily lives of the Vinča people. The site’s museum offers a wealth of information and artifacts, providing a unique insight into the region’s rich cultural heritage.

5. Enjoy a Night Out in the Cvetni Trg Neighbourhood

For a truly authentic Belgrade experience, head to the Cvetni Trg (Flower Square) neighbourhood, known for its lively atmosphere, charming cafes, and eclectic nightlife. This trendy area is home to a variety of bars, clubs, and live music venues, offering everything from jazz and rock to traditional Serbian folk music. As you explore the neighbourhood, you’ll discover a mix of old and new, with historic buildings, street performers, and modern art installations adding to the area’s vibrant energy. Be sure to try some of the local cuisine, including delicious ćevapi and pljeskavica, at one of the many restaurants and food stalls.

In conclusion, Belgrade is a city that offers so much more than its famous landmarks. By venturing off the beaten path, you’ll discover a wealth of hidden gems, from street art and science museums to ancient archaeological sites and vibrant nightlife. Whether you’re a culture vulture, a foodie, or an adventure-seeker, Belgrade has something for everyone. So come and explore the real Belgrade, and experience the city’s unique blend of tradition, innovation, and warmth.

“Sunday in New York”, a romantic adventure that’s not a walk in the park!

“Sunday in New York” is ultimately a story about trust, and what happens when a marriage is stretched to its limits.

When Harry Steele attends a lunch with his manager, Barclay, to discuss a promotion that any junior executive would accept in a heartbeat, it is the fact his wife, Alison, who previously professed her reservations about Barclay, also agreed to attend, that casts a small element of doubt in his mind.

From that moment, his life, in the company, in deciding what to do, his marriage, his very life, spirals out of control.

There is no one big factor that can prove Harry’s worst fears, that his marriage is over, just a number of small, interconnecting events, when piled on top of each other, points to a cataclysmic end to everything he had believed in.

Trust is lost firstly in his best friend and mentor, Andy, who only hints of impending disaster, Sasha, a woman whom he saved, and who appears to have motives of her own, and then in his wife, Alison, as he discovered piece by piece damning evidence she is about to leave him for another man.

Can we trust what we see with our eyes or trust what we hear?

Haven’t we all jumped to conclusions at least once in our lives?

Can Alison, a woman whose self-belief and confidence is about to be put to the ultimate test, find a way of proving their relationship is as strong as it has ever been?

As they say in the classics, read on!

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Writing a book in 365 days – 338

Day 338

Don’t Be Obsessed, Be Obsessedly Curious: The Balanced Art of Writing a Compelling Play

Playwriting is a thrilling dance between creativity and discipline. It’s a craft that demands passion, yet many aspiring playwrights believe they must be obsessively consumed by their work to succeed. But here’s the truth: you don’t need to be obsessive to write a great play. Instead, what you need is curiosity, patience, and a toolkit of strategies to bring your vision to life. Let’s explore why obsession isn’t the answer—and how to write a play that lingers in the hearts of audiences long after the curtain falls.

The Myth of the “Obsessed Artist”

Pop culture loves the image of the tormented artist locked in a studio for months, surviving on coffee and sheer willpower. But this myth is a red herring. While dedication is key, obsession—borderline compulsion, neglecting self-care, or losing balance—can lead to burnout, poor writing, and even health issues.

Consider this: Great plays are born from sustainable creativity, not self-destruction. Playwrights like Lynn Nottage and David Mamet thrived by setting boundaries, sleeping, and nourishing their minds with diverse experiences. The goal isn’t to “die for your art” but to live for it in a way that fuels your creativity without stealing your joy.

5 Strategies to Write a Compelling Play (Without Going Crazy)

1. Start with a Core Question, Not a Plot

Every great play is driven by an emotional or philosophical “what if?” Ask yourself:

  • What story haunts me?
  • What truth am I desperate to explore?
    Your answer might be as simple as, “What if a single mother lost her job and had to choose between her kids and a dream?” That question becomes the heartbeat of your play. Build your plot and characters to answer it—or, better yet, to challenge it.

2. Craft Nuanced Characters, Not Stereotypes

Audiences don’t want perfect heroes or villains. They want characters who feel human: flawed, vulnerable, and complicated.

  • Give each character a hidden motive. (Example: A grieving father might lash out, but his rage masks guilt.)
  • Avoid monologues that “explain” everything—let their actions and subtext do the work.

3. Fuel the Fire with Conflict and Stakes

Conflict isn’t just a punchy line—it’s the engine of drama. Ask:

  • What do my characters want?
  • What’s stopping them?
  • What do they stand to lose?

Think of Glengarry Glen Ross by David Mamet: The fight for a car sales job isn’t just about money—it’s about dignity. Raise the stakes by making the cost of failure personal.

4. Dialogue That Bites: Less Is More

Play dialogue should echo real speech—but with purpose.

  • Trim the filler: Delete “ums” and “you know.”
  • Subtext is your friend: Let characters say one thing but mean another. (This is how Shakespeare’s Ophelia truly speaks.)
  • Conflict in soundbites: Short, sharp lines pack more punch than long speeches.

Need help? Try the “Rewrite as a Screenplay” method: If your lines would feel at home on a Zoom call, they’re not dramatic enough.

5. Edit Ruthlessly and Collaborate Relentlessly

First drafts are drafts for a reason. Let them simmer, then revise with a surgeon’s precision.

  • Cut scenes that don’t serve the core question.
  • Work with others: Read your play aloud to beta readers, actors, or writers’ groups. Fresh ears catch what you miss.

Remember: Even August Wilson revised his plays 20+ times. Perfection isn’t a starting point—it’s a destination.

The Secret Sauce: Curiosity Over Compulsion

The key to writing a compelling play isn’t marathon sessions fueled by espresso but consistency and exploration. Take walks, read poetry, or attend stranger’s conversations. Inspiration isn’t just about being a “crazy artist”—it’s about living with open eyes and ears.

And when you feel stuck? Pace yourself. A daily 30-minute writing habit can build a masterpiece faster than a week-long caffeine-fueled sprint followed by burnout.

Final Thought: Write to Be Free, Not Trapped

A play is a mirror held up to life. It doesn’t have to be born of obsessive frenzy—just honest curiosity. The stage is for stories that matter, not for self-imposed suffering. So write from your deepest joys, fears, and questions. And remember: Your best work will come when you’re energised to tell it—not exhausted by the process.

Now go. Let the world see what makes you uniquely human. The audience is waiting. 🎭

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“Echoes From The Past”, the past doesn’t necessarily stay there


What happens when your past finally catches up with you?

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Christmas is just around the corner, a time to be with family. For Will Mason, an orphan since he was fourteen, it is a time for reflection on what his life could have been, and what it could be.

Until a chance encounter brings back to life the reasons for his twenty years of self-imposed exile from a life only normal people could have. From that moment Will’s life slowly starts to unravel and it’s obvious to him it’s time to move on.

This time, however, there is more at stake.

Will has broken his number one rule, don’t get involved.

With his nemesis, Eddie Jamieson, suddenly within reach, and a blossoming relationship with an office colleague, Maria, about to change everything, Will has to make a choice. Quietly leave, or finally, make a stand.

But as Will soon discovers, when other people are involved there is going to be terrible consequences no matter what choice he makes.

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