So like everyone else in the known universe without a TV credit, I have been writing a 30 minute script for *that* BBC initiative, Sharps.
My effort however has turned out total pants.
Shame really, ‘cos there’s lots I like about the script, including a talking cat who has a serious attitude problem. I was trying to go for an Ashes to Ashes/magic realism slant, but it’s now just plain weird. End of the day, it just doesn’t hang together over thirty minutes. Ten, it could be good. Thirty it’s just pants. Hey ho, you live and learn.
No point flogging a dead horse though and I have a short to put away in a drawer, nice one. Time to get out another idea I put in a drawer over a year ago that I had forgotten about, but thanks to a weird (and random) comment from Him Indoors I have resurrected. I plan to get a draft done this week and maybe some Po3 action on it next week, so if you’re interested in doing a swap, register your interest now Daily Mail style, though I promise I will send you only a script and not a supposedly wonderful partwork on Victorian engineering or some other sick-making souvenir. Enjoy your writing and if you’re off to Cannes, have a productive (and fun!) time.
Oh – and the random comment of my husband, you ask?
“We really should go line dancing.”