So, there is this theatre company based in my hometown of Mantova. They are seriously good. I’ve been working with them for the last three years. They’ve staged a handful of one-act plays of mine – and I love them.
When it happened first, it was a dream
come true. My wonderful Grandmamma used to take me to their Sunday matinées when I was a child, and I sat in their small theatre, lost to wonder and enchantment, and I wanted to play that game too.
It was because of this company that at ten, if asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would answer “a playwright.” It got me a few raised eyebrows – which was fun in itself.
So you see – when they first staged me, it was really a dream come true.
And now, they’ve commissioned me a stage adaptation of Shakespeare’s Sonnets for 2014.
No, of course it’s not “now”. It was done early, and with time to spare, so that “now” I am finished with the second draft, and next week I’m going to start a thorough editing, and then I’ll hand in the play for workshopping…
I’m not unhappy with what I have done. I’m incredibly excited about the whole thing. I can’t wait for them to start work on my Sonnets.
Who knows where this will lead in the scheme of one’s hopes and ambitions – not to mention the general scheme of things. But for now, I certainly am the playwright my ten-year-old self dreamt I’d become.
Not bad, for now.