I had received the email invite some weeks ago, skim-read the contents and thought I'd return to consider it once I knew what the weather would be like in the week before Christmas. I then forgot all about it and it was only when a reminder that popped up on the day that I scrabbled … Continue reading Meeting Nicole Taylor, British Screenwriter, at the BBC
Category: creative writing
Retrospective: Why Write a Film Treatment?
I finished writing my first proper script treatment last night and pressed send. I emailed myself a copy too so that I have an exact record of what I have sent. With excitement I opened the email to myself and read the first line. A massive typo. It is always the way. No matter how … Continue reading Retrospective: Why Write a Film Treatment?
Rob stood looking down at the sea. The medical school year book had said that he was the one most likely to become a world-famous professor. He scanned the endless blue water under a hot cloudless sky. He had been imagining this day since he was a grubby child in India, staring dumbstruck at pictures … Continue reading Luminescent
James picked at the scab on the back of his hand. If he was careful he might peel it off in one piece leaving a faint, white line of scar tissue. The scab snapped, and he slammed his fist hard on the table. Give me a break, somebody. I shouldn’t have had those shots after … Continue reading Radiant
Quart et alia
She had always said that she would never be that woman. The one who woke up and wished she was blissfully asleep again because it had dawned on her, yet again, that her life was totally shit. She lived with a nagging in the pit of her stomach that a solution was just out of … Continue reading Quart et alia
Lottie had an open gaze and her lips and eyes smiled together. Her eyes were incredibly large and curious, like a cartoon princess’s, over-scored by delicate, arched eyebrows, like most of her patients' on the Children's Ward. Her level of trust the result, no doubt, of a cherished upbringing by doting parents and starting life … Continue reading Swallow
Faceless (Blush re-visited)
Lottie had an unguarded gaze and her lips and eyes smiled simultaneously. You couldn't help but believe that she was truly happy to see you. I had heard her call patients 'gorgeous' but the one time she had called me this, I had blushed from the inside out and understood what it must feel like, … Continue reading Faceless (Blush re-visited)
Lottie always smiled like she was truly happy to see you and would call you 'gorgeous,' like you were the first person she had ever said that to. The one time she said it to me, made me blush from the inside out and I believed it for a moment. . Lottie seemed quite bouncy … Continue reading Blush
Tim…nice but dim
He knew the nickname they used for him. It could have been alot worse and had been in the past. He ignored their patronising glances at each other, behind his back. He focussed on his job. Eyes forward. Like a blinkered Shire horse. One foot in front of the other. He would stock the shelves, … Continue reading Tim…nice but dim
She spotted him in the bar at the Soho Theatre whilst waiting for her drink. Their eyes met for a faint moment. He seemed to catch her gaze rather than the other way round. Did she know him? Or had he recognised her from somewhere. Was he a distant relative? Her being the wrong side … Continue reading Conversant Sleb