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Friday, 10 October 2008

The Drama in My Head

Today I have been head down trying to imagine my play in terms of sound only. Trying to translate all the visual images I have about my character's life and actions into noises, if I can put it that way. So, I'm thinking music, pots bubbling, the phone ringing, a child interrupting, and about the distance from the mic these sounds need to be, to show my character's feeling of powerlessness over her life as it is at this moment. I was sitting in silence and imagining sounds, closing my eyes to sights. Then I needed a pee...

Can you imagine the sound this



engendered when I brushed up against it on the way to the loo?

24 comments:

Brave Astronaut said...

The sound I would have made? Dead silence, because I would have been dead on the floor. If there was sound it would have surely been the high pitched screaming of a man who is not afraid to admit his dislike of spiders.

Jane Dearie said...

"Hello spider. What do you think you're doing in here? OK, so it's pouring wet outside but can't a girl even have a pee in peace and with some privacy?"
OK maybe it's not for everyone to think like me but there are things in this world that scare me far more than spiders do!
Happy sound thinking! Hope you have a good plot with great sound bites. Jane xxx

Eryl Shields said...

BA ~ a man who can admit to his fears is a truly great one.

Jane ~ I'm more than happy to have spiders in my house because they eat flies and I really hate flies, but I don't like them to get too close if they're this big.

The radio drama has a bit of a story behind it (doesn't everything?). I thought I was writing the blurb and plot for a novel. Tom read it and said 'this is a half hour radio play, a comedy, it's gonna be great, write it!' 'OK.' said me. Now I'm just finding out how hard that is.

Conan Drumm said...

Found one of those outside the other day, the biggest I've ever seen. It could eat mice.

I tried to catch it in a glass but it jumped away and hid in an inaccessible crevice.


Sorry, forgot you don't like 'em...

Kim Ayres said...

I'm guessing after that, it was probably a bit late to go to the loo and a trip to get a towel for the floor might have been in order.

Jane Dearie said...

The trouble is it's really hard to judge the scale of said spider from your photo. Now what you should do is to put a ruler or a coin or something of a known size next to it ......then take the photo! That's the scientific way. OK may be not for you when you're utterly cross-legged!
Don't forget if you cut yourself really badly and there's nothing else available....head for the nearest cobweb to help stop the bleeding. How desperate would you be in that situation? I use that as an excuse for missing cobwebs in my dusting 'ceremonies!' Jane xxx

Eryl Shields said...

Conan ~ why would you have wanted to catch it in a glass?

Kim ~ don't be, now.

Jane ~ I hadn't thought of that, I've never been very scientific. It's body was about the size of the top of my thumb and it had enormous feelers with little beady ends. It's legs were about as long a one of my roll-ups.

I never knew that about cobwebs, we have plenty here so I'll try and remember.

Jane Dearie said...

No Eryl,, please, please -I'd rather you just didn't cut yourself badly to need to try the cobweb cure! The structure of cobwebs are like fibrin in your blood and help you to form a clot over an open wound.
I can tell you've never been on a survival course!
Much love, Jane xxx

Eryl Shields said...

No, I never have. In fact I'm beginning to fear that I am one of those people for whom my body is just somewhere to keep my mind (see Ken Robinson on TED (.com) for more about that). I didn't even know my blood had something called fibrin in it. xxx

savannah said...

the sound would be screams followed by massive pounding of whatever was near at hand to the wall, sugar! but lots of screaming for sure! xoxo

Kanani said...

I'm a terrible screamer. It's more an Aaaaa AAAA! NOoooooooo!

None of those bloodcurdling screams that could be considered world class!

PI said...

Treat for shock and send for medical aid. Failing that - the man of the house?

Conan Drumm said...

To inspect it, of course... and take macro pics of it for the blog. Shame it was so bashful. I must look for it again.

debra said...

In my mind, the spider would be huge.So if it is true that we create our own realities.......
GASP!

Eryl Shields said...

Savannah ~ ha! I didn't actually scream, not out loud at least, but there was a rather sharp intake of breath. xxx

Kanani ~ really? I wouldn't have had you down as a screamer.

Pat ~ Bob was the man of the house that day, so he took photos and left it to scramble off.

Conan ~ I see.

Debra ~ I think there was a gasp, followed by a nervous laugh.

Carole said...

I wouldn't scream, but I would back slowly away and leave the house until John could come home and kill it. And then I would twitch all night, keep rubbing my arms, and continually watch to make sure his family wasn't coming to eat me. Even your picture is unsettling enough to make me nervous.

Eryl Shields said...

You would get John to kill it? No wonder you would worry that it's family might come to get you! Could you not just get John to take it out of the house? I believe you can get help for phobias, I've heard of people who's lives have been transformed.

problemchildbride said...

My God, that thing's a beast! And Conan, yours jumped? What diabolical genetic experiment has been wrought on the arachnids of Scotland and Ireland? I don't recall ever seeing ones so big when I lived at home.

Eryl Shields said...

I've heard it's got something to do with Reece's Pieces, Sam. They mistake them for disco flies and gorge themselves, and they can't take the sugar. It just blows them up out of all proportion.

Leigh Russell said...

I try to convince myself spiders are a good thing, because they eat flies... so I don't mind them... I'm not petrified... they're more scared of me than I am of them... they can't hurt you... I keep trying to convince myself.

The other night my daughter phoned. "Guess what?" words to that effect. I could tell from her agitated tone of voice that this was something serious. You've guessed it... A spider story. It involved a glass because we do that too, but the one in your picture would be difficult to get at because it's in the corner... AAAAAAARGH!!!

Leigh Russell said...

Just checked out the Storytellers Blog. Listening to the poem, I could see that yellow bowl.

It was an interesting experience hearing your voice. I hadn't realised bloggers had voices! I suppose you're going to tell me next that you have a real life too, when you're not being virtual. And I thought everyone I blog with lived inside my computer! I wondered how you all got in there.

Eryl Shields said...

Leigh ~ sounds like you think in a very similar way to me with regard to spiders. The only time I'm ever really bothered about them is when I'm lounging on the floor, reading, with bare feet, and out of the corner of my eye I catch a huge one run across the rug.

I'm going to have to go and listen to my reading again to check my voice! But it is peculiar hearing another blogger, I agree, because you fill in all the gaps about them yourself. I once met the mother of a colleague I had up till then only ever spoken to on the phone, she was utterly startled when she first saw me because she had me as tall and blond in her mind, and I am certainly neither of those things.

Mary Witzl said...

I can't see that image unfortunately (it won't come up on this screen), but from the others' comments I've figured out it's a spider. I've probably told you about the time I found a spider in the process of devouring an enormous cockroach. My tolerance for spiders immediately rose from that very moment and although I give them a wide berth, I try to remember that moment whenever I see one. Just think: maybe yours is eating midges!

Eryl Shields said...

Mary! Hello, how are you? I forgot to go and get that basil plant, I'm such and idiot.

What kind of spiders do you get where you are now, I wonder? We have quite a spider colony in this house and we live quite happily with them most of the time, this rather huge one on the bathroom wall just rather took me by surprise. And I just thought it was big and hairy enough to blog about, knowing that other people don't like them, though I wouldn't have wanted it on my lap!