I’ve been busy, ok?
Right, so I haven’t posted since my last rant a week ago. It’s not like I’ve been sitting around drinking tea all day though. I’ve been a busy boy of late. I said I’d like to do some writing and do some writing I, errm, did.
Have popped out a couple of radio sketches. Just short ones but you’ve got to start somewhere. They’re submitted so I’m crossing my fingers on that one. I am remaining practical however, and am expecting crushing defeat, complete loss of self-confidence and a lot of weeping and hugging my knees.
RockMother and some chums decided, through a red wine haze, to start a ‘Blovel’. This, apparently, is a Blog-Novel and is a sort of participatory novel in which each of the contributors writes a bit and then passes the reins to the next. It’s an interesting idea as, by the time it gets back to your turn, the whole thing is quite likely somewhere entirely different to where you saw it going. The thing seems to have started as a sort of Noiry type of thing. This wouldn’t normally be my cup of tea but I’m looking on that as a good thing as it will give me a chance to flex my writing muscles, weak and feeble though they may be. If you’re in any way interested, you can check it out. I did the second bit, by the way.
Busy little bee that I am I have also been working on a sit-com. I’ve an episode already penned that I’ve secreted in a drawer and will leave there for another week maybe. I’ll then have at it with a red pen and, likely, do some serious rewriting/revising. Second episode is in progress too. I feel it might have some legs and, should any of my, small but faithful, readership work in the televisual milieu, now is your chance to get in on the ground floor. Think of the fame and riches that await us (mostly me in fairness but I’ll mention you in my BAFTA acceptance). Feel free to contact me to discuss enormous advance payments and merchandising rights at pleasedontmakemegobacktomyrealjob@jimmypagestrousers.com.
Now I’m off to have a beer. Despite the fact that I’m on a career break and can, therefore, drink myself senseless any night I wish with no consequences, I still have a special spot in my liver for Fridays.
