I have been quite busy lately on a secret writer's mission that - I'm sorry - I just can't tell you about. I can only let this mysterious nugget dangle there, and you will just have to be patient.
If you want to be a writer then patience is an excellent skill to acquire, so this will be good practice. If you don't want to be a writer then I can only apologise. Perhaps I should never have put that first sentence out there - but there it is, it's done now, committed to the screen and everything. I could get some tip-ex, but I think that will only cause problems later.
Meanwhile the lovely producer lady at BBC Radio 4 is still waiting to hear if our afternoon play idea has made it through to the next bit of the commissioning rounds.
Yesterday I entered a competition to write a short story in 100 words - that was fun. Apparently you can enter as many times as you like, so if another neat little idea occurs to me then I might submit again. You can too if you like - the site is here. The competition closes on the 31st January.
For the most part I am still struggling to find the will to write. I had a quirky idea yesterday that fired me up for all of five minutes, and then the rather more unimaginative and annoying side of my brain descended like a guillotine, shouting "That's no good", and slicing the quirky thoughts away. I can still see them, rolling in bloody tatters in a straw basket, alongside lots of other not-quite-thought-through bits and pieces that didn't make the grade.
Let's see if my shouty executioner of ideas was right - would you like to watch a sitcom called "World of Pockets"? I leave this in your capable hands.
If you want to be a writer then patience is an excellent skill to acquire, so this will be good practice. If you don't want to be a writer then I can only apologise. Perhaps I should never have put that first sentence out there - but there it is, it's done now, committed to the screen and everything. I could get some tip-ex, but I think that will only cause problems later.
Meanwhile the lovely producer lady at BBC Radio 4 is still waiting to hear if our afternoon play idea has made it through to the next bit of the commissioning rounds.
Yesterday I entered a competition to write a short story in 100 words - that was fun. Apparently you can enter as many times as you like, so if another neat little idea occurs to me then I might submit again. You can too if you like - the site is here. The competition closes on the 31st January.
For the most part I am still struggling to find the will to write. I had a quirky idea yesterday that fired me up for all of five minutes, and then the rather more unimaginative and annoying side of my brain descended like a guillotine, shouting "That's no good", and slicing the quirky thoughts away. I can still see them, rolling in bloody tatters in a straw basket, alongside lots of other not-quite-thought-through bits and pieces that didn't make the grade.
Let's see if my shouty executioner of ideas was right - would you like to watch a sitcom called "World of Pockets"? I leave this in your capable hands.
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