So that’s it, I’ve finished my MA. Last week was showcase week where we welcomed industry guests, agents, producers, theatre and tv development people to see extracts of our work from the course. It was hot, we were stressed, things got messed up and sorted out (who doesn’t love a booze run with the added… Continue reading Big Wide World
Wrote this short film as part of my MA in Dramatic Writing at Central Saint Martins, UAL, London. Next step is to get it made… EXT. RIVERSIDE – NIGHT Water laps at the bank. In the distance, a buzzing riverside restaurant. DANNY (V/O) Come on, come on.. EXT. RESTAURANT – CONTINUOUS DANNY and BETH… Continue reading If I Had A Boat
The weather’s supposed to have broken, but it hasn’t. What has broken is the air con and the signalling on my train, and I arrive in central London sweating and hassled. This time next year, all being well, I’ll have graduated with my MA Dramatic Writing from Central Saint Martins, and will be up to… Continue reading How Not To Do A Showcase
As part of London Writers Week, the profits from which are going to help victims of the Grenfell Tower fire, I and other students on the MA Dramatic Writing course at Central St Martins were asked to write a rapid response, either to the fire or to other recent events in London. I wrote this.… Continue reading A Writer’s Response to Grenfell
Last October I began studying for an MA in Dramatic Writing at Central St Martin’s in London. Today was our first day back after the holidays, and there was a tube strike. Some of our cohort gave themselves a day off, and I have to say it was tempting. I had plenty of excuses: I… Continue reading Beckett, Bop It and why the Tube Strike helped me as a writer
And breathe. So. Yesterday I had an interview. For a job I really want. Teaching English, in a really lovely school with lovely kids and lovely staff and a really lovely head who didn’t just laugh me out of the room as has happened to me oh so many times before because of my utterly shambolic… Continue reading Can’t even….
… and still nothing but a seething mass of words. Actually a lot of them aren’t even seething, they’re just lying about, lumpen and inert and pointless, and taking up all of my desk, all of the kitchen table, three whole notebooks and three more half ones. They are everywhere – I’ve even got them… Continue reading 7000 Permutations…