More Longniddry Bent photies.

          The driving around the hinterlands of  Edinburgh on Saturdays has been a real highlight of the week recently. Lovely views, lovely sunsets, bonnie Scotland.

           Everything seems to be going well. The main thing, of course, concerns the meditations which continue in a most encouraging fashion. And this is my time of the week. Let's hope for more developments and many, many hours on the cushion over the next few days. That's the way to do it!

          Just checked my emails and got the rejection from the Traverse. The usual standard letter. Seemed to think the play was called 0069, but that's just because they couldn't be bothered to check the email. Anyway, sending plays which haven't been commissioned to the Traverse is not the way to get plays produced. Well, I knew that. But there's really nothing I can think of doing with a play that hasn't been commissioned except send it to the Traverse. And that's not the way to do it!!

       

November Colours

               We've been getting about quite a bit over the last weekend. Both on Saturday and Sunday we were motoring all over east Lothian; North Berwick, Dunbar, etc.  The last photie was taken this morning. Rainbow didn't quite come out.

               Everything seems to be gradually getting better.  Apart from the weather. Going to see Auntie Kathy so it must be Thursday. Hope the rain stays off!

Allotment in November

          I'm eating a plate of tatties, boiled then slowly fried in the wok with olive oil and quite a lot of onion. The tatties and the onions did very, very well this year. I don't know what kind of tatties these are, but they seem very like King Edwards. Add salt and sauce. I do not think this will make me any slimmer, especially since I'm eating it with wonderful weissbiers.

          Tuesday is the new Monday. Yesterday I went to the hospital for Poisonous to get a stookie off his arm. One thing leads to another.

          The cabbages were also quite good this year, but I've eaten them all.

          Most of the transplanting of stuff from one side of the allotment to the side I now rent has been done. I dug up the strawberries today. The last photie is of the shambles I've created. Slipshod Johnnyboy.

No Response from Agents about play.

          I think I sent out about six emails to agents who were registered as being interested in hustling plays, and I did get one response. I sent one to Tom Erhardt, an agent who tried half heartedly to get a further production of BUSTED. This was in about 1992, so someone got back to me from that agency to say that he'd retired. Well, I kind of guessed that. Anyway, despite having eight plays produced and two novels published, etc., etc., it is difficult to get anyone even read a play.

          This is what I expected. That is why there is no point in writing Hamlet if you do not have connections in the business already. Really, you have to be engaged. I might send out some other emails soon since I do think I should try to do something with this play since it might not be too bad.

          We went to Newbattle Abbey College for our Saturday outing and the photies were taken there.

           Today I moved a gooseberry and a blackcurrant bush over to what is now my side of the allotment. Once I get the strawberries moved, that'll be that.