Last night I could not get to sleep for the life of me. As I lay wide-awake, various thoughts came into my head, as they tend to do. One of these thoughts was a pilot for a new TV sitcom. Fortunately I wrote it down. Commissioners, feel free to clamber. You’ll Like It, Not Allotment … Read more
It’s better to burn brightly in pursuit of passion; than to sit in beige trousers from a catalogue whilst looking at your flock wallpaper with Jimmy Nail playing in the background.
Today I have a job interview for the position of a Creative Writer (which I’ve always thought an odd title; writers are surely creative by definition, aren’t they?) Prepared as I am, I put together a presentation and some scripts. As I am staying at my girlfriend’s, I thought I’d print them off at hers … Read more
I always say you should never apologise for how you feel because you can’t help how you feel. And in terms of my love and my passion, it feels amazing.
All it takes to change a person’s life is just one moment of passion leading to one moment where you’re told you’re going to be a father. That’s a pretty big moment. That’s a moment that can change many people’s life the moment you share the news. All it took was a moment for me to find this out…
As I recently decided to go back into the world of freelancing and am receiving a growing number of enquiries about my writing (I’m still taking them, by the way) I thought it seemed like the ideal time to resurrect the company I once registered for this exact purpose.
I look for the positive in situations. That’s what I do. Sometimes, though, it isn’t possible. Sometimes it is time to face the facts. Sometimes, you just have to admit when something is over and that it is, finally, time to say goodbye.
I don’t know how many of you reading this have ever tried to commentate on hundreds of plastic ducks slowly making their way down a historic river whilst simultaneously trying to entertain a festival crowd but, for the few of you who haven’t, it’s not easy.
Blood was gushing from my very body like butter gushing from a dolphin’s satchel. Or something. How would this end? Would I make it through? Would I…
Here was I, some idiot with big hair who’d basically messed about for a living, coming into their professional world where they knew things…