Top to toe, Rahere was white with cold. His black woollen robe had been handed down from one singing boy to another for years, and it was threadbare. The other boys were calling to each other, racing on the frosty grass, but he was too cold; stiffly, he bent to coax some warmth into his […]
Actor, director, script writer, I am all of these when writing. I write the script, see the scene through the eye, as it were, of the camera and then act it out on paper.