The Masks We Wear

So tonight I shall be treading the boards of the Grand Theatre once more in a show that started my love of the Amateur Dramatics. It feels kind of fitting that I returned to my beloved Abbey family (after a break) in a show that was originally my first taste of what its like to be on the stage rather than in the audience.

It gave this quiet shy girl the bravery to stand up and sing and dance in front of complete strangers, supported by a lovely bunch of people who have become like family to me rather than just friends.

Much like in writing, am dram gives me the chance to don different masks, different characters. I write my own mini story for the character I play. This time I thought I’d be a rather nosey character who likes to know whats going on and have a good gossip. The masks we wear as writers are much like that of any actor, getting to know their role. The only difference is I get to take mine home with me and you never know, one day they might just end up gracing the pages of one of my novels. At least I can say then, that I really know the character, because for just a short time, that character was me.