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Padding out. I mean, strengthening the narrative.

January 21, 2016 Leave a comment

Happy new year, what’s left of it. Exciting times here at Old Git central.

It’s nice to report writing projects are starting to queue up since making this film (premiere 15th Feb) and people talking about filthy lucre which is always promising.

I’m just over an hour into a full length film. It has a beginning, a middle, currently two endings and the possibility of a sequel… assuming it ever gets made.

I was approached to do something dark and tense (not really my genre) so wrote a couple of example scenes thinking they’d hate it but alas, they loved it. So what began as a writing exercise has now become quite enjoyable.

Screenwriting seems to be finally providing the answer to that lifelong nagging question: what are you going to do when you grow up? Although I do feel a bit (a bit?) … a massive fraud since I’ve always avoided the whole cinema experience thing. Like many, I just don’t enjoy or need that huge screen with badly positioned speakers and people around me chattering, rustling crisp bags and slurping drinks, texting and doing what cinema goers feel obliged to do.

But now he’s here… and this time he’s actually installed a large screen and a projector in his man cave.

Always loved film, me.

More Suffolk Love

July 2, 2015 Leave a comment

I am currently watching in awe as the team behind With Love From… Suffolk take on the Herculean task of making a film happen.

It’s slightly surreal in that I’ve created some characters and these FILMSuffolk guys are clearly more determined than I could ever be to bring them to life on screen. How fantastic that I don’t have to do that all by myself!

I’ve just been on a location recce for my script ‘Back on Board’ (affectionately known in the production office as Bob) and I think it’ll be a stunning piece of cinematography.

We have some pretty experienced filmmaking experts behind the project. Hollywood director Graham Baker(Alien Nation), our Director of Photography will be Steven Hall (Imitation Game, Warhorse) and many other talented individuals are offering their services.

It’s going to be amazing! If you live in Suffolk, get involved! And why not help us crowd fund it.

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Play On

February 21, 2014 Leave a comment

After a previous post mentioning two pieces had made it to a short list (of 20) I am delighted to report that one of them made it all the way and should, I think, be produced in the spring.

If you’re on Twitter it’s these guys

It’s just a few pages of foolery, almost an afterthought submission, but that’s often how it goes. All those old school reports saying ‘must try harder’ then… time that mentality was ditched!

Opening Lines

February 11, 2014 Leave a comment

Quick update dear neglected blog types.

I’ve had a couple of mini plays short listed for a thing in the spring and some bits and bobs used in the shows I submit to so that’s all good.

My new year’s resolution, the first time I’ve ever made one, was to finish off the pantomime I’ve been writing and that was all going well until… Well, this book I’m currently 5000 words into starts demanding to be written.

I know! Shock, horror! All I did was read a couple of books (shock, horror again) and it seems to have uncorked a flow I have no intention of stopping. I’m tempted to post a bit here but for the trolls. I’ve absolutely no idea where it’s all going or whether it will have any ‘merit’ once done but simply don’t care. It’s just great to discover a) there was anything beyond my usual few page scripts and b) oh delicious b) the unknown.

It was quite amusing to see this message pop up on the Werdsmith app though. I foolishly assumed writing apps were supposed to encourage writers!

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Carrots

November 21, 2013 Leave a comment

Do you mind? I mean, DO YOU MIND? I’ve been trying to give up writing for years. Well, trying to give up trying; getting back to where I started, writing solely for my own pleasure. Now this happens!

Somehow, somewhere down the line the whole ‘own pleasure’ thing got encouraged, dagnabit, by certain persons who should have acted more responsibly and not mentioned anything about ability and putting oneself forward etc. That went and led to some kind of bizarre merry-go-round of comps and opportunities, the inevitable rejections, stupidly late nights and all those excruciating writery things I promised myself a long time ago I’d have nothing to do with.

So lately, having realised I’m just a another dullard with nothing much to say, every time I promise myself I’ll get back to my former, HAPPY existence, the carrot gets dangled yet again. And today, not one, but two items have been short listed for consideration. Will you STOP doing that? My poor little ol’ heart can’t take it.

Actually though, now I think about it, the pieces that will fall at the last hurdle have been selected, are pieces with themes I chose and thus enjoyed writing.

Well now, it’s only taken what, ten years for that penny to drop? Like I said. Dullard.

PS. Did you know that the Welsh for ‘carrot’ happens to be ‘moron’?

In terra eruptions

October 22, 2013 Leave a comment

Well, here we are again. The hot news being I have read a book. A fat one. In a week. I enjoyed it too, for once not constantly thinking I ought to be doing something useful like starting a website demanding compensation for widowed industrial cats.  No, that really is a cause I was more than happy to forget as I leafed through Pompeii by Robert Harris, all the time tweeting I suspected something cataclysmic coming.

Concentration on books (spit) is obviously quite a problem for me.  Well, getting to a book in the first place is but I do pride myself on being the boy who, at school, was constantly berated for daydreaming out of the window, whose job now involves being paid to sit and stare out of people’s windows.  Anyway, where was I?  Yes. Page 304 reads, ‘ …far away – but very distinctly, unlike anything he, or anyone else, had ever heard – came the sound of a double boom’.  What, thinketh I? What was Basil Brush* doing at Pompeii?

Concentration see.  I do it all the time at work so why should I at home?

*If you don’t know who Basil Brush is/was, I pity your life but suggest you get to YouTube now.

Yak wanted

May 6, 2013 Leave a comment

As you can probably tell from this less-than-quarterly entry, I’ve been proper busy. I am not a writer. A writer’s writer I mean. I took a solemn vow as an impressionable teenager to NEVER get involved with anything creative. It’s just, well… dangerous.

This may have had something to do with my dad (who was very much a writer’s writer) having a writer’s tantrum and throwing a box full of copies of his latest book from an upstairs window, narrowly missing my daydreams below.

Now that I have finally caved in and become him, or rather a less well read, less connected, less successful ( in writing terms) version of him, it occurs to me that I really ought to have a box of books in my arsenal ready to throw out of a window.

This would, inevitably, be wonderful therapy for the sheer frustration encountered when trying to find someone to print me a simple, inexpensive, black and white, thirty pages poetry booklet. I’ve done the e-book. Easy. I just want to gently hand a few hard copies to hapless friends without killing them.

In this wonderfully technological age, it should, I foolishly assume, be a simple matter of searching, clicking and ordering online. Never before has there been such an array of technological wizardry available.

I tell you, to get this PERFECTLY SIMPLE job done, it would be easier to go into my shed yesterday, reconstruct from memory I do not possess, an exact copy of the original Gutenberg press, from half set Galician yak fudge.

Books though. Pah!