October 24, 2008
Dryads and Naiads
The story emerges, like a Naiad rising from a weed-choked pond clutching at an innocent Dryad holed up in a hollow tree on the muddy bank.
Third auditions today, decisions tomorrow - always difficult.
The story begins to take shape, an odd shape, but a shape none-the-less.
More on this later...
Posted by john at October 24, 2008 09:21 PM