Ode to a Decaying Toothe

Forsooth, I have a wisdom tooth, That like the state of Denmark be. So will I unto my chums Who practice modern dentistry. Who wilt, with needle and with pliers, Extract the wisdom from my head. And thus a dribbling idiot, I will retire to my bed. Advertisements

NYC Midnight: Screenwriting Nervous Breakdown

I mentioned in my last blog that I was, in my current incarnation as exhausted armchair adrenalin junkie, doing another writing competition. One with another tight(-ish) deadline. And a brief. For someone who hates writing to brief, I seem to only pick competitions where I have to write to a sodding brief. I British. I likez whinging. You…

#29PlaysLater Rides Again

Hey pop-pickers! As I am a sucker for a ridiculous pyramid scheme-like writing competitions, I’ve entered NYC Midnight’s Screen Writing Challenge. While less intense on a day-to-day level than #29PlaysLater, the stakes are definitely stacked due to the humungous number of entrants. For round 1, you get sent a brief for a screen play and 12 days…