Screenwriter
Inspired by Austin Kleon’s Ten Things, and in awe of Pip Lincolne’s Taking Stock blog posts, I’m going to give a weird hybrid of the two a crack. Here we go! Here’s what I’ve been up to this month: WATCHING the brilliant The Good Place, which I’m utterly THRILLED for (it’s perhaps the best thing […]
I’ve been having a couple of those kinds of weeks. I’ve taken on work I really didn’t want to take on because, you know, dignity isn’t as important as paying the bills. I’ve had to put myself on a diet, not because I give a flying rat’s about my weight, but because I no longer […]
The first big production company I worked for cultivated its own mythology, which included tales of the heady, freewheeling 80s when TV budgets were beyond generous, and so too the bosses. Christmas parties were spared no expense. I remember the technical director reminiscing, in genuine awed reverence, about the CEO literally descending from the rafters of […]
Towards the end of last year, I was in a bit of a state. I was still coming to terms with being a freelancer, I wasn’t being productive as a writer or as a filmmaker, and a couple of personal projects kind of fell apart. Things felt stuck. As someone who needs to always be […]
Let me start by getting a small confession out of the way – I have read the Twilight books at least five times all the way through. While I am somewhat embarrassed, I am not ashamed. And no, this is not going to be a post all about Twilight, so relax. I tell you this […]
In which I get all a bit hot under the collar about people who dismiss youth media (or any genre storytelling) because of their own prejudices about the intended audience. When we think of ‘ageism’, we generally think of a bias towards the young over the old. We see it everywhere as we are […]
In which I confess I no longer fight my inability to stomach really, really, really long books. What a terrible confession to make, but it’s true. The first time I saw a copy of the award-winning, critically acclaimed novel The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton, I knew in my heart I would never read […]
In which I talk about small homes, lost libraries and e-readers. I went out on a limb a few years ago and bought my own home. And by bought I mean that the nice people at the bank have kindly allowed me the illusion of ownership as I slowly chip away at a substantial-for-me mortgage. […]
