Another script done. My CBBC entry Pieces of Dad is done and dusted. Thanks very much to my readers Paul, Kai, Michelle and She Who Shall Remain Nameless (SWSRN).
Bonus thanks to SWSRN for being so damn excitable. You know who you are.
Whatever happens from here on in, it’s another script on the spec shelf.
Pieces of Dad has been a whole lot of fun to write. I’ve been working solidly on it for ten days without interruption and I ought to be if not sick at least dispassionate about it by now. But it still made me laugh a couple of times when I was proofreading it last night.
I’m not going to give myself any time off. Got three projects that need moving forwards; Magick, my entry for the next Red Planet competition, my Leeds project The Kevin and Michael Show, and – most exciting of all – a new collaboration which I’m going to call Project B which I know is the utter knees of a whole hive of bees.
Project B is up first. Got some serious plotting work to do. Now, where did I put my Plotting Hat?
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Congrats on getting it sent off squire, it really is a top notch script.
And don’t forget, Bones Apart will be rearing its ugly fleshless head sometime in the next month… let the scriptwriting insanity commence…!
Congrats!
If you ever need anything else critiquing, feel free to lob it my way via inter-space!
What’s the deal with the next Red Planet comp? I can’t seem to find out any info on it. Do you know when it will be and waht needs writing (TV pilot/short/feature)?
Bones Apart! Mein Gott! Ich hab’ den Cunning Plan vergessen. Entschuldigen sie bitte! WHoa yes. Next month, eh?
Krishna on a velocipede, I’m going to be busy. But that’s the way I like it. Uh huh. Uh huh.
Red Planet, Michelle? I don’t know *anything* about the next one. People have asked the Stackmeister but he’s not letting on.
I expect they’ll announce it within the next few weeks.
I’m hoping that it’s a 60 minute TV job like the last one, because that’s what I’m brewing for Magick. If not, then I’ll have to dip into my Lucky Plot Pot and see what I can pull out.
Excellent job, Mr T.
I too am working on the next Red Planet project – I’m hoping it’s 60 min TV too, seems likely. I don’t know when either (no reason I should!) but since they launched July last time I imagine it’ll be the same.
It’s great to hear you say that it was fun to write. That bodes well. And ‘Pieces of Dad’ is a great title!
You like the title!? It’s the one thing I wasn’t sure about but I couldn’t come up with anything better.
Yes – it’s concrete enough for me to grab hold of it and feel like I understand it but abstract enough for you to have room to do your own thing with it. And it just sounds good!
Well, that’s good. I gave it that as a working title after I came up with the story. I guess it’s a classic case of first thought best thought.
We had a tornado in Royston last week… can you believe that? It tore through some property wreaking it’s vengence on two whole hives of bees and a throwing the parasol from some garden furniture into the next field. incredibly this didn’t make front page in the local newspaper, it was pipped to the post by them damn nuisance gypsies who may or may not be camping in a variety of places sometime in the future. Possibly.
Anyway it suddenly struck me… I hope they weren’t the hives of bees where you left your plotting hat?
Tornado? Royston? That’s like having a tidal wave in Wisbech. Or possibly a volcano in downtown Solihull.
But I appreciate the fact that your tornado was somewhat muted in its effect. It just wouldn’t do for anything extreme to ever happen in Hertfordshire. Remember the fuss they kicked up when they planted the wrong colour chrysanthemums in Welwyn Garden City?
But no, they weren’t the same hives. I checked.
Intruigingly, bees are taking a close interest in a stack of housebricks just outside my back door.
I suspect they are planning to nest in them.
That, or they’re going to nick the lot and try flogging them to them damn nuisance gypsies.
EXT. GYPSY CAMP SITE – DAY
A swarm of BEES arrives with a stack of house bricks. An OLD GYPSY WOMAN sits in a wooden chair, knitting smoke with a lit pipe.
BEES
Wanna buy some bricks?
OLD GYPSY WOMAN
Who told yer as I wanted bricks?
BEES
Listen, you want them or not?
OLD GYPSY WOMAN
Mebby I does, mebby I don’t.
BEES
Look, this is getting us nowhere.
OLD GYPSY WOMAN
Aye, happen it ain’t.
And so on in a similar vein for 90 minutes. Memento, eat yer heart out.