Last week our degree classifications were finally released. A Merit in MA Scriptwriting is definitely a good place to start my writing career. The only trouble is now I find myself with more free time than I know what to do with. Without the restrictions of course deadlines to push me to work, I’ll admit I’ve enjoyed a little bit of a break for the last two months. Possibly too much of a break… I’ve binge watched a lot of shows I somehow missed and re-watched far too many shows I loved. That doesn’t mean that I don’t have projects to get moving on. It means that I’ve managed to justify my procrastination. 8 months working on Coping Ugly.
3 Am and I’m still sat here…. …tweaking Coping Ugly while my eye swells up thanks to some unknown allergic reaction. I’ve begrudgingly accepted that I won’t be able to submit the perfect draft of Coping Ugly. It won’t be stageable. There’s at least another 10 drafts, a character death and a possible style change to come before it’s perfect. I spoke to Stapes briefly today and he asked if I’d started pulling my hair out yet or would I just throw caution to the wind and submit the play early. As I’m sure those who know me can predict, I answered with a resounding no to the latter. Stapes knew full well that I’d already been pulling my
So yesterday I finally finished the third draft of Coping Ugly. I was optimistic for the first time since the writing process began 6 months ago. It seemed to actually do something that I approved off…. And then the dust settled and the perfectionist came out. A full 24 hours later, I’m finding myself right back at square one with less than two weeks to the submission deadline. So many problems and I’m struggling to see a solution. Or more the solutions I can see are so daunting they make me want to crawl into bed for a week so that I can avoid the headache. One of those alterations involves cutting a character. A decision that admittedly
Last Tuesday, I bit the bullet and handed the first 10 pages of Coping Ugly over to my writing group in Cardiff Bay, Tuesday Night Writes. Now, at no point in this long drawn out process has a single draft of Coping Ugly solved the problems I inevitably identify WHILE writing a draft. So as you can imagine, I was extremely nervous to hear my work read by new and credited writers. Everyone was wonderfully constructive and what could have been a soul crushing evening resulted in renewed motivation. I learnt a lot that night. For example, that my instincts for the story are accurate and driving in the right direction, my characters are strong enough and real enough
Meeting Papatango At the end of July, I went up to London for a workshop with Papatango. The long bus ride reminded me that I’m so far behind in my posts that I still haven’t typed up my notes from the first time I met George Turvey and heard of Papatango (too the point that there’s another workshop next week). So I’ve been digging through my notebooks for my notes from the session back in February… I found at least five other sets of notes that I need to type up but I’ll get to that. Promise. For now, however, Papatango. Papatango is a theatre company whose goal is to invest in the careers of new, talented writers.
So it’s been eight months since I posted anything on my reading habits. Well, there’s no time like the present. Here it is: ——————————————- That Face – Polly Stenham The Effect – Lucy Prebble (Read. Love this writer and the subject matter is in line with one of my many interests: Psychology and the Brain. Amazing play.) The New Electric Ballroom – Enda Walsh The Nether – Jennifer Haley Girls Like That – Evan Placey An Intervention – Mike Bartlett Constellations – Nick Payne The One – Vicky Jones Always the Bridesmaid – Lindsey Kelk (This book has been on my self for weeks. I don’t know how I’ve contained myself! Love
I seem to be in one of those moods where all I can do is relate everything I see back to Neil Gaiman. So I’m going to stop resisting for the moment and write my third post in the history of this site on Neil Gaiman and his amazing commencement speech. When things get though, this is what you should do, make good art. When you start out in career in the Arts, you don’t know what you’re doing. This is great. People who know what they’re doing know the rules, and they know what is possible and what is impossible. You do not and you should not. The rules on what is possible and impossible in
Back in April, I started a three week internship for Boomerang, a production company based in Gloworks in Cardiff Bay. I worked there for three days a week and waitressed and studied around the full days. It was an amazing experience and I will most likely always be grateful to Stapes for putting me in contact with Wil Edwards, head of production. The placement afforded me with a great look into the post-production process. It opened my eyes to the varied roles and demands of non-fiction TV. I spent three weeks working on post production transcripts for series one of Posh Pawnbrokers, a daytime spin-off of Posh Pawn, which is currently airing on Channel 4. For the first time since finishing
Working in a partnership as much as I do, Rhia and I find that “casting” our characters early on helps us both keep track of the image in each others minds. Sometimes we might have completely conflicting ideas and need to talk it out. Other times, Rhia, being far more artistic than I, will have an image so clear in her mind that words will fail her…so she’ll search for an actor or actors that match or closely match the image. We started out pasting head shots into a Google Doc that we both could access from anywhere in the world. It was particularly useful tool while I lived in France as we developed 31-10. However, the documents
My last post on Gregynog was a little short to say the least. The trip felt far too brief and I could have happily spent another two to three days at Gregynog Hall, even with the lack of signal and the terrible internet. Gregynog Hall is a Grade One country mansion in Mid Wales, near Newtown. It was rebuilt in the 1840s and was eventually gifted to the University of Wales in the 1960. It was the PERFECT place to write my new supernatural drama…only I have deadlines that needed to take priority. We arrived expecting to share rooms and were pleasantly surprised to find out that that wasn’t going to be necessary. Of course, the shock increased ten-fold when we unlocked our