Got back from Brighton round midnight after an epic 24 hour journey involving planes, trains and automobiles [but no Dell Griffith, thankfully]. My reason for spending a day beside the seaside? I've been selected on the Lighthouse's Screenwriting for Television workshop. Over the next seven months we'll be using a team writing approach to create script for an all-new six part drama series, guided by tutor and working writer Philip Palmer.
Out of respect for everyone else involved, I won't be blogging at length about what happens until we've finished. We're operating a "what's said in the room, stays in the room" that seems only sensible at this point. But I'll try to offer a few thoughts after each session. By next April we will have each written a 50-minute episode. Yesterday was all about discussing and debating the different ideas proposed for our putative drama series.
By the end of it I staggered back to the train station for the long journey home feeling excited, exhausted and exhilarated. I've a lot of work to do getting my idea into shape for the next stage of the process, all manner of story options and openings whirling round in my head. It's a bit like somebody's just dropped a Berocca in my brain soup. Whurgle! Hopefully this will settle down enough I can get some work done today. Need to focus.
Between now and the next Brighton session in early November I've got all manner of stories to tell and deadlines to meet. Can't guarantee to blog every day, but will try to keep y'all abreast of developments. [Stop sniggering at the back, Arnopp! Yes, I did say "a breast", but if you can't behave like a grown-up, you can leave the class.] Anyway, tales to tells, stories to break. Onwards!