Writers Strike

Lots going on and not enough time to write it, but in the meantime, I'm supporting the Writers in the USA. It's not about rich dilettantes making oodles more cash, it's about writers at all stages in their careers being able to earn from something they created, or help create. That's fair, innit!

Screenwriting Lab Adrian Mead

The fact that I'm typing this now is sure to jinx it, but what the hell! I got a place on the Scottish Book Trusts' Screenwriting Lab mid-November run by Adrian Mead - hurrah!

Three days of screenwriting, as we develop our 1 to 3 minute films written on the theme of 'Choices' and glean important screenwritery things, sounds like heaven compared to my current workload.

Assuming the sky doesn't fall on my head or I get lost in an underpass, I'll be there.

They even serve coffee beforehand - how civilised.

I'm packing a blue plastic tube just in case there's an unexpected livestock incident. You laugh now, but you'll be laughing on the other side OF YOUR FACE when IT happens, oh yes.

Meme - ories

I've been tagged by Jon with a ‘five things about myself that other people may consider lame, but this writer is secretly proud of’ meme. Of course I'm REALLY supposed to be writing some Hospital Drama but no, this is MUCH more important.

I'm not very good at guessing what's cool or lamely uncool so here are 5 things you might not know about me, categorise them as you will! :

1) I once got cornered by an angry bull, and was rescued by a farmer waving one of those plastic tubes that make a 'whheeeeee' noise when you swing them around your head. His was blue, which may or may not have been a factor in the successful rescue;

2) I recently sold a vintage dress for use in a Daniel Craig film;

3) I used to write for a Heavy Metal (they really did used to call it that) magazine, and was asked by security backstage at one of my first gigs if I was a 'proper journalist or just a groupie' - I'm guessing this was not because I looked particularly alluring, but because 9 out of 10 of the other gig-goers were greasy boys with beer-mats stitched to their jeans (what WAS that about?);

4) I found a piece of bone on my local beach which turned out to be human;

5) I don't own an ipod, and can't really see why I would (I do want an iphone though, just.. because);

Those are staggeringly boring. I apologise. By next year, I will have lots of illegal drugs stories, and some recollections of debauchery unplugged. When I can think of anyone to tag, I'll return.....

Currently brain dead..... just put my entry into GMAC shortcuts and my photocopying bill reached 78 copies... AND they wanted a CD... why not add in a three-course meal and maybe some jewellery for next year?