On the streets...
Something happened to me about two weeks ago that had never happened to me before; I was recognised on the street. When I came out of Iceland [the supermarket, not the country], a man approached me and asked if I was Gerard Young and I said to him that I was. He then asked me if I had a story published, I said no but I did have a monologue that I had written and performed locally at the Wexford Arts Centre.
He then told me that he was a close friend of my sister and her husband. He also said that they were very proud of me and talk about me often. Well, all I could do at that moment was smile because I like it when people say nice things about me. When I got home, I thought about the interaction and replayed it in my head and I was actually surprised about it. Surprised that my sister's husband was talking about me as well as my sister. I wasn't expecting that.
My mother once talked to someone on a train about me and said 'My son's a playwright'. But for some reason, I kept imagining her saying that in a posh accent and adding 'don't you know' at the end. Now, I don't believe I'm at that stage right now but with a bit of help, I could improve my craft and feel like I've reached that stage.
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