Normally my most cherished thoughts, randomly arrive when I am driving, having a shower, or talking to someone about something else. I ponder a lot, when I write a play. The story needs to marinate in my head for ages, developing, and changes daily. The characters need to have names, and personalities. No faces.
Writing can be perceived as selfish – as you need space, and more space. Probably that is why I can be aloof, buried in my imagination. Creating ideas, that become a story, then a reality. Or not. Depending on the storytelling.
I love theatre.
“Good writing excites me, and makes life worth living.” – Harold Pinter