Smelling of roses

A second critic has written a review about one of my plays and again I come up smelling of roses. Hooray to Ray Swenson. This is what he had to say about my role in Deathtrap, playing at Samford until April 10:

De Wit plays his part with gusto and between (de Wit and fellow actor John Sayles) they have the audience changing quickly form raucous laughter to deadly silence.

I could write more, but that would give away the plot. So come and see it!

All for my art

Bruises are liberally sprinkled across my legs and arms. My role as playwright Clifford Anderson in the Ira Levin thriller Deathtrap is a challenging one, with plenty of lines to learn and actions to remember. But it was only last week that I realised just how much of the action would cause pain and bruising! I can't say too much about what causes the bruising, because that would be giving away too much to audiences. But let me tell you this: I am bruised and battered for my art. In fact, I will do almost anything for my art, except take my clothes off. The world is breathing a sigh of relief at that news!