A little ship has come home to port, fittingly a Cornish one.
If you follow my blog, you’ll be aware that I liken my speculative writing send-outs to ships. I keep a ‘ship’s log’ of the short stories, plays and other texts that I’ve sent off and their fate. The idea of surrendering my ships to the waves, where I am no longer responsible for them, appeals to me. Once it’s gone, it will either sink or come home to port laden with the encouragement provided by a publication acceptance, an award or recognition in some form. And a ship home to port is cause for celebration, no matter how little the vessel.
Yesterday, I received news that a one act play I wrote, ‘The Angel of Szepfalu’, was runner up in the annual play-writing prize run by STERTS Theatre, Cornwall. As runner up, I receive a small cheque and a rehearsed reading of my play at the theatre. I’m travelling to Cornwall for the same. It might seem like quite a trip (from Norwich) just for a rehearsed reading but any recognition of a writer’s work needs to be embraced. I’m flattered that they like my play and want to support any organisation which does the same.
This will be the third rehearsed reading of my work. Previously, my rehearsed readings have taken place in Brighton and Norfolk. So, if nothing else, my plays are taking me on a tour of coastal England – rather fitting for ships.