Okay, my Writers’ Academy application has FINALLY gone in time for the deadline. I only had to re-read my sample four times, check the application obsessively, cross my fingers, stand on my head and drink four beers to press “send” as well. Result.
Now, my minions, please join me in prayer:
“To The God of Screenwriters (Tony Jordan),
Please ensure my application gets to the top of the pile by any means necessary, fair or foul so I can go into the BBC Centre, be blessed by the Dalek of Good Fortune in the lobby and walk through the workshops and the interviews to victory, so I might one day become head writer on Eastenders.