Who’s Coming Back?

I’ve decided I’m a terrible writer…

That’s right, boys & girls; you heard it here first before you hear it anywhere else! Ha.

I loved writing this blog. Every single post – good & bad, short & long, significant or less so – meant something to me.

This blog, it helped me through the dark times & ensured I remembered the good. But I stopped, abruptly with no warning; discarded it like a broken toy on the side of the road (or a simile less dramatic) as bigger, better, newer ‘toys’ came calling (obviously, by ‘toys’ I mean writing jobs).

It’s been so long since I last blogged (I like that word, it’s my new favourite) that I actually can’t remember my last blog and I’m far too last to look (yes, it only requires me to touch one button on my screen but, you know, that’s just how I roll). It was probably about 7 months ago and detailed, unnecessarily, the frustration at having to wait for the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who. Yeah, because everyone wants to read a blog about waiting around & battling boredom (!).

Anyway, it’s been so long since I last updated this blog that life has inevitably changed & I miss this blog. I miss, in all the chaos of my new writing jobs (which I love) & exciting new business ventures, being able to spill my thoughts – rawly and without much coherency – out onto this digital page and write – solely – for fun. For me. Yep; it’s completely self-indulgent and no; I don’t care. You shouldn’t either because, let’s face it, I’m frigging hilarious and that. Just sayin’. Yeah…

So…

Get ready world – Sophiewho’s blog is coming back with full, unwavering and unapologetic force. Or something. Maybe not. But it will be coming back and it will be good (I hope) and, whilst I won’t be able to update it as much as I once did, I’ll be making every effort to do so as much as I can for as long as I can.

Happy blogging!

Until next time, please follow my theatre company on Twitter (I love it now – how much I’ve changed) and check out the online magazine I’m Deputy Editor of because… Well, we’re COOL and we do GOOD stuff.

Theatre Company Twitter: @MintyCrimples
Online Magazine Twitter: @femalearts

Theatre Company Website: http://themintycrimples.com
Online Magazine Website: http://femalearts.com

Oh, and one more thing (probably not, actually)…

Happy Mother’s Day!

Every single Mother out there is amazing and I’m constantly confronted and inspired by strong women who confidently juggle work & Motherhood on a daily basis.

Being a Mum is tough, being a working Mum is even tougher but, for every tough day are 100+ beautiful & rewarding ones that make it all worth while!

Since I was last here, I graduated from my Masters, had a play professionally produced in Camden, set up a theatre company with 2 incredibly talented friends, signed 2 more theatre contracts for productions in London later on in the year, got myself a job as Public Relations Officer of my local Borough Council’s annual business awards & became Deputy Editor of a wonderful feminist art magazine – promoting women in business and in the arts.

It may seem like an impressive workload whilst being a Mother but, honestly, I couldn’t have done any of it without the support from my own, working, Mum.

Lastly…

I wouldn’t change any of it for anything!

Chow for now (or something less pretentious).

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Who’s remembering an awkward moment?

I’ve been a theatre critic for over a year now and, through this, I’ve been to some awful places and seen some terrible play; I’ve also, of course, seen some amazing performances at some beautiful venues… The work of a theatre critic is a bit of a mixed bag. I never know what I’m going to get!

A while ago I reviewed a new play at a high-end, gorgeous little fringe theatre in Richmond, Surrey. It was a pretty interesting first attempt by a handsome, young, novice Writer who’s second name sounded familiar; I didn’t really think anything of it until I spotted, sat opposite me in the audience, the incredible Don Warrington!

I’ll be honest, I was pretty excited and spent the entire length of the play planning how I could introduce myself in a really breezy, but professional way without coming across as a bit of a twat but then I remembered something; the first and last time I ever met him…

It was 2005 (I think) so I was roughly 17. As a teenager (and still now, actually) I was unsure of myself, uncomfortable in my own skin and never knew how to talk to a group of more than two people at a time – a few days ago, for example, I was talking to two actors I knew outside my Drama School. Everything was nice and polite and socially ept until three other actors came along and I lost the ability to form words, purely on the basis that there ended up being five unbelievably attractive people stood around me – add to the equation the more frequent use of a wheelchair back then and there was a sure-fire recipe for some kind of social disaster every time I stepped out the house!

So… Keeping this in mind…:

This day in 2005 my family and I made the long and tiring journey to a Forbidden Planet signing (I can’t remember where) where Don Warrington and some other super-talented Doctor Who actors were sharing out their time to eagerly awaiting fans. Hours sitting in a sweaty, slow-moving queue kind of fried my brain a little so, by the time I made it up to the charming, classically handsome, velvet-voiced Mr Warrington with my items to be signed, I took one look and him and…

Brace yourselves…

Lost the ability to form a coherent sentence!

He asked me: “who, my dear, am I signing this to?” (the cover of a DVD copy of “Manchild”) and, naturally, my reply consisted of the following…:

“T-t-t-t-to Sophie”

If I wasn’t too old to understand hash tags I would put a really clever, witty one here like: #facepalm or: #celebritystalker

Needless to say, I couldn’t bear the thought of introducing my awkward self to this acting legend once more as I admired him from afar at the stunning little, upper-class theatre in Richmond where his equally as handsome young son was showcasing his first play.

On the plus side… I’ve learnt to keep my mouth firmly shut in social situations. Or to just avoid them completely.

Please excuse me whilst I go and crawl back under my rock.

#hermit

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Who’s been productive today?

After waking up at 5.30am and using the time to write, I was set for a productive day. I’m neurotic. I’ve said it before and I’m not ashamed to say it again. Particularly at the moment, in these difficult times, I can’t get out of bed without a ‘plan of action’ for the day ahead.

So… When I finally woke up again at 10.03am (I remember this because I had a perfect 22 minutes to pee, lumber gracefully (!) down the stairs, make a coffee and get a banana before Jeremy Kyle on +1), having already posted two blogs and charged up my iPad, I felt like I’d already achieved something. More importantly, I actually felt like I may be able to face the day (something I haven’t been able to do for a while).

I was all set, list in head, to help my Mum with a bit of housework, sell our old dining room table (yes, one of those lovely mundane tasks that’s keeping me suitably distracted) and then get down to the work I’ve been neglecting for my Masters Degree (well, I am paying thousands of pounds of my own, hard earned money to do it and I do want a PhD so it’s pretty bloody important). Oh, and i was going to clean the Boys out. You know, because my life is just that exciting these days (!). This was my day. Or so I thought…

Well the table got sold and I did do the hoovering, I’ve spent most of my day battling for some peace and quiet against either the massive, destructive, irritation that answers (when she feels like it) to the name of “SADIE! OFF!” or the squealing, sugar-addicted, over-confident, gas-bags that never answer to the names “OI!” and “STOP TRYING TO STICK THAT TARDIS UP YOUR BROTHER’S NOSE! … WHY? … BECAUSE I SAID SO!”. Needless to say, this has not ended in the productive day I’d hoped for. Funny that (!).

In between wrestling the Dog for my banana skin, the last mouthful of my coffee, the salvaging of a naked Thunderbirds doll and, of course, my own dignity (that’s right. Our *female* Dog does like to hump, paw, jump and scratch. Intelligent way of getting attention, Sade), I managed to get about 10 minutes worth of MA work before, after at least 13 times of telling them not to (I counted), my brother and sister continued to jump all over, paw and scratch the coffee table next to me until even the Dog got so fed up she ran at them and knocked all the drinks over, onto me, onto the floor and onto my iPad.

How I’m still (somewhat) sane is rapidly becoming a mystery to me… (!).

However, I did learn something today that put a smile on my face (shocking, I know) for at least 10 seconds. I’ll attach it to the end of this blog. If it doesn’t make your heart melt even slightly, I’ll be a bit concerned. Even I, the Ice Queen, felt a warm sensation as I saw it.

All in all, it wasn’t the worst day I’ve had in a while…

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