It’s all very well having a tidy desk and all the bank statements filed, and the pile of stuff delivered to the charity shop that has been waiting for yonks, and the sweetpea/veg garden weeded and dug over ready for manure, and the geraniums brought inside and the filing cabinet organised and my sax pieces practised, but when I have no ongoing writing project, I feel as if I am wasting my time.
Does that mean I am a proper writer and not someone pretending to be a writer?
This above is my homework – watching the film of When Harry Met Sally, and reading the screenplay. After that I am going to do the same with Casablanca. Then I am going to read BUT I TOLD YOU LAST YEAR THAT I LOVED YOU and work out how to write a screenplay for it. I know I said I was going to do PLOTTING FOR GROWN-UPS, but I’ve changed my mind.
So if you want to make suggestions about casting Sol and Fran and Jem and all the rest, now’s your chance…
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