Last month my good friend Sarah had a play on at Northern Stage’s Stage 3. It is a play about mental illness, domestic abuse and a toxic family system. The play began as a nightmare vision of how Sarah’s own life could end up; she fears the cyclical nature of her bipolar illness as it Continue…
I have recently had an article on the trap of getting stuck in the psychiatric system published by Rethink (a mental health charity). It is a vital issue for all of us to consider. After the apparent development of community services and medications; why are psychiatric hospitals such a trap?
DR KYLE “Say that again.” “He’s a steam powered machine so that’s obviously the main fuel, but I infuse it with a 7% solution of cocaine.” “Why?” “Seriously Dr Kyle, read a book.” “I read plenty of books” “Fiction! A novel!” “Novels dilute knowledge into something puerile and basic. They are an insult to science.” Continue…
“If you want to be a writer, read until your eyes bleed and then pick up a pen and write in the blood.”
BERTHA They wake us up every morning at five. They tell us that receiving charity doesn’t mean that we can be lazy. Yet they still force us to squander every moment of our day. We are handed clothes. Those who are too confused to even get dressed are yanked in every direction as the nurses Continue…
“Writing is like lying, trapped, in a discarded, locked, wardrobe and shouting from within about your anguish and the darkness around you. You don’t know if anyone will ever walk past and listen to you. You don’t know if anyone will ever listen to you and open the door.” – Azra Page
Serial novel and follower on of the style of Victorian pulp fiction Steam from the Warped Cogs of my Brain looks at mad scientists, mad inventions, and sane women accused of being mad. “Dr Kyle” said Matthew, he started off gently even though he knew it was unlikely Kyle would respond. “Dr Kyle” he said more Continue…
My ivory tower turned to shit when my brain did. Now I’m more of a shed-based investigator- explorer. The other worlds are already there, battering the wood walls with the weather; I just peer in, for an hour or two, and make copious notes.
“I could write nice poetry, but I don’t have much experience of nice; could you show me an example?”
Serial novel and follower on of the style of Victorian pulp fiction (Penny Dreadfuls etc) Steam from the Warped Cogs of my Brain looks at mad scientists, mad inventions, and sane women accused of being mad. Back in his own lab Dr Kyle twisted a nob and then tapped the grill of the device he was Continue…