(Looks up from reading a book in surprise) Why hello. I didn’t see you come in. Well, thank you very much for joining me. Who am I? Well, that is indeed a lucky question you ask and very appropriate considering this is my prologue. So, in answer to your (I must say) very well thought question, I am David M. Beecroft and I am an aspiring author. I left my job in care on the 13th December 2013 (not that I am scratching the happy days since I left into the wall beside me like a prisoner counting the days until his release or anything). Since then, I have done my best to become an author that can actually make a living from his writing. It is a wild idea I know, but I am giving the best crack of the whip that I can. Since December 2013 I have finished my first book and sent it off to seven agents. I have only had two rejection letters so far, so, despite the logic of it, I am totally taking this as a positive. I mean, they haven’t all rejected me yet, so it has to be a good thing right? I have also written a play called The Poe Show that was performed at the 2014 Ottawa Fringe Theatre Festival that won a Best in Fest award. I know, it should clearly have been the bestival of the festival but I am presuming they want to keep the printing costs down and the additional eight letters would have crippled the budget.
(Interlude) I did warn you this was going to have some tangents, so please bare with me.
I am currently writing a 1920’s Blues based musical and, a one man show for my lovely Canadian colleagues Stewart Matthews and Tim Oberholzer (although Stewart is actually English, he moved to Canada years ago – the damnable traitor).
I am always on the look out for new ideas or projects and would love to wax lyrical about anything really. So, if you want to chin wag, lets get those chins wagging.
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Take care buddies,
P.S I cut my writing hand on Saturday and it has a bandage the size of the Stay Puffed marsh-mellow man on it. I thought this would be the best possible preparation for starting a blog about writing.