My mum always wanted to act. She was in every play at her school, and loved being the centre of attention. She'd had her heart set on drama school, but her dad said no. Said that she needed to learn something useful, and start bringing in some money. So instead, she went to secretarial college, and then, just after she sat her exams, she fell pregnant with me. It was just her and me, and that put an end to her grand plans. When I was ten, she joined a local amdram group. I went to rehearsals with her. Did my homework in the back of the hall. Helped with costumes. And became just as stagestruck as she was. She got me to drama school. She said she wasn't going to make the same mistake as her dad. But she died halfway through my final year, before she saw me in my first paid role. She always said that I was her bright star. That I could do anything I set my mind to. This is for you, mum. I'm going out to shine.
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Writing short fiction, monologues and plays