The Play-writing Bug has Bitten Me.

It’s over. Saturday was the best night of all, sold-out. The three-night run of five short plays on Mayne Island has ended.

The call of, “Author, author,” brought me and the other three playwrights to the stage. Standing up there with the cast of my plays was unexpected, a little terrifying, and very gratifying.

Many people from the audience took the time to approach me to say they found Car Stops very funny. The audience laughed a lot, so I guess it’s true. I enjoyed it, too, and laughed along with everyone else.

Other people came up and told me that my historical play, Thin Ice, was wonderful. It was called “moving”, “thoughtful,” “well-written” and “something that needed to be written” among other positive expressions. I actually cried a little while watching the interaction between the grandmother and her grandson, so tenderly played.

I feel encouraged by all these remarks.But even if the plays had not been well received, the play-writing bug has bitten me. I will write more. Wait and see.