An ambition

Some obsessions follow you around. I often wonder if, in a former life, I was some peon working a the Globe when Shakey was strutting his stuff, cos I have always wanted to direct a play, and not just any play. It's always been The Tempest.

I don't know why this play haunts me. It isn't even necessarily his best. But every now and then the old desire to return to the dream comes back, and I want to make it real. I can even think of ways to make that bloody daft masque work at the end. Predictably monomaniacal about the whole thing, I want to stage one version on the Norfolk broads. Then I followed philoko's link to photos of Socotra, and all I could think was 'This is it! This is where I want to film the Tempest!' Well, that and 'Pterodactyls in those mountains, definitely...'

One of our most gifted directors at the studio has told me he'll drop anything he's doing in order to do the camerawork for me bless him. But still, financing it would be very difficult. I may end up writing some book about a crazy woman who travels the world creating different versions of the play, only to be murdered by a frenzied critic who just wants her to get the hell off the subject.

One day one day...