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Play Time

Posted by K. S. Dearsley on Tuesday, December 24, 2019, In : Coming Soon 
How did it get to be Christmas time? So many things still undone and the days so short! Never mind, they are going to get longer again now–time to look ahead to what 2020 might bring.
It seems a lot of theatre companies agree with me, because there are some excellent opportunities coming up for playwrights. In addition to the BBC's annual call-out for dramas, which can be for stage, radio, film or television, which ends on 6th January (https://www.bbc.co.uk/writersroom/send-a-script), there...
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Be Nice to Yourself

Posted by K. S. Dearsley on Monday, January 29, 2018,
Contest closing dates and submission deadlines can creep up on you all too quickly, even if you start working on your entry/submission in 'plenty of time', and don't suffer from procrastination or writers' block. Life has a habit of flinging banana skins in your path.
    I know all too well how it can happen. Two diabetic dogs, one of whom is reluctant to eat anything else, have been gobbling up my time and mental stamina lately. One day, Sophie's jumping up the kitchen cupboards, because you...
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On Your Marks...

Posted by K. S. Dearsley on Monday, January 22, 2018, In : Competitions 
Wow! We're already three weeks into 2018. Time for a round-up of a few free contests.
    Playwrights can enter the Drip Action Theatre Trail 2018 for plays of 30-40 minutes. There's £250 first prize, plus £150 for another seven plays chosen for performance. The closing date is 31st January with entry by post. Check http://www.dripaction.co.uk for details. Papatango is looking for full length plays for its contest, closing on 28th February. In addition to production and a share of the box o...
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Early Learning

Posted by K. S. Dearsley on Sunday, April 5, 2015,
I didn't plan it this way, but it turns out that 'E' in my blog alphabet coincides with Easter. The first 'commission' I ever had was to write the story of the crucifixion and resurrection for my school newspaper. It was a small village Church of England primary school with only about 40 pupils, and I was one of the oldest, aged around 10. It was in the days when one of the three teachers had to type up the contents and roll all the pages off a duplicator.
    I wasn't thrilled to be asked. I...
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The Clock is Ticking

Posted by K. S. Dearsley on Sunday, October 19, 2014,
Woohoo! At last I've started the next stage of the rewrites of Discord's Apprentice. This novel's turning into a real marathon. I thought it would take six months at most, but fate has a way of making your plans look silly. Setting myself unrealistic goals doesn't help. I inevitably think I can get more done than I can. The result is, I miss the targets I've set myself and if I'm not careful, I feel a failure. Does this sound familiar to anyone?
    Before I go further, I'd like to say that I ...
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The View Outside

Posted by K. S. Dearsley on Sunday, March 16, 2014, In : Inspiration 
Sometimes a subject for a blog presents itself without having to think about it; something happens or a thought arrives in your brain and the words almost write themselves. At other times, the search seems impossible. You can trawl through old notes, leaf through the newspapers, go for a walk and nothing hits the right note. There's nothing for it, but to tie yourself to the desk (metaphorically or not, depending on whether the latter provides the kernel for a story about hostages or a magic ...
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My writing career began as a freelance feature writer for the local press, businesses and organisations. Now a prize-winning playwright and short story writer, my work has appeared in numerous publications on both sides of the Atlantic. I write as K. S. Dearsley because it saves having to keep repeating my forename, and specialise in fantasy and other speculative genres.

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