Conversations, dispatches and ideas from the Bush Theatre.
Ava Wong Davies opens up about her personal experiences and struggle to meet the expectations associated with being a writer. I worry that I have a small imagination. I worry that I don’t get ideas. I talk to the other writers on EWG and it seems like they have notebooks stuffed with pages full of…
Monday – ‘I hid his firearms’ she said through her chestnut eyes, her finger tips lightly touching one another, blonde highlights through her Pakistani hair, each strand telling me who she used to be. ‘This country’s failed me’, her words bouncing off her majesty’s walls, I sit opposite her with my name, she sits opposite…
I have spent my life immersed in creativity. As a guide, passion or perhaps what others may interpret as an unrealistic dream. It is embedded within my earliest memories. It has nurtured my soul. There is beauty in the moments of creativity that healed parts of me, that I didn’t realise were broken. Memories of…
Benedict Lombe from our Emerging Writers Group writes about diasporic experience. It’s 3am. I’m sitting in my room wolfing down a pack of Doritos and thinking about the night I just had. I’m also thinking – quite intensely – about who decided we needed more than one flavour of Doritos? Bro, you hit the jackpot…
Ella Road, one of our Emerging Writers’ ruminates on having writer’s block. There’s a tree outside my bedroom window That didn’t give any apples last year. I’d watched it carefully from my desk. Was worried it was dying. But my housemate said that things sometimes need a fallow phase. It didn’t drop any apples this…
Sophia Chetin-Leuner from our Emerging Writers Group opens up about Imposter Syndrome First Emerging Writers Group (EWG) meeting. I’ve already googled everyone, obviously. Their accolades are big. Big awards, tv shows, productions. I hope no one googled me. We go round, introduce ourselves. My eczema flares up when I’m nervous, and I feel myself getting…
Zia Ahmed from our Emerging Writers’ Group reflects on a trip to Edinburgh Fringe Festival I’m back in london After quick trip to fringe + my lips are covered in sores This has only happened one other time before ——- My first day at fringe this year The flat I’m staying at a like a…
