So I decided my entry for Red Planet was done over the weekend.

I’ve been writing the thing since July; I even have a revised first draft of the pilot and will be doing a workshop with some lovely actors on it in October. David Bishop has given it a veritable script-kicking as only he can “Capital letters, WTF? That word’s wrong! Are you insane, this character is!”, as has Tim “you can do better than this” Clague, JK “You British people are all crazy” Amalou, the gloriously picky Scott the Reader, the divine Michelle Lipton and an offline, real-life friend of mine who mysteriously calls himself Flub for reasons known only to himself and his shrink.

So in all fairness, I think it’s been feedbacked to death. I do anything more at this juncture, it may just spontaneously mutate into a complete different script like those people who got chucked into vats of industrial waste in Toxic Crusaders.

Sending stuff off to contests, producers etc goes something like this with me:

1) Print it out
2) Read it
3) Bind and put it in the envelope – but crucially: DON’T seal envelope
4) Wait approximately 1 – 2 hours
5) Take it out again and read again
6) Decide the margins of a certain page or a word is wrong and can lose you the whole opportunity
7) Print out new page, re-bind
8) Put back in envelope
9) Take to Post Office immediately or risk going through the whole palaver again

My mistake? I printed the bugger out on a Sunday night, so thus could not go to the Post Office immediately: I’ve just returned from teaching this morning and discovered a typo on page 4.

Now I must return to my OCD-induced cycle once more!

DAMN IT!