It’s a beautiful sunny morning, and even though it’s only half past six, it’s warm enough to be picking strawberries in my pyjamas. Things are getting back to normal – the temperature is at last catching up with the month – and yesterday, I actually played table tennis outside with Dave. It’s so long since I had a bike ride on the Monsal Trail, but I’m hoping that today’s the day.
Even though I’ve been laid low, I’ve been working on my screenplay (apart from one day last week when the antibiotics made me unable to think and I rang the the doctor in horror and panic and said “I can’t even write!”)
The current problem is this: at present my adaptation of BUT I TOLD YOU LAST YEAR THAT I LOVED YOU is four one hour episodes, finishing at the end of the book/story. My mentor says that I should not be tying it up so neatly, in case they want another series later. So, dear readers who have read the book, where precisely do you think the adaptation should end? e.g. where Fran arrives wet and exhausted on the doorstep of the Northumberland cottage and Sol opens the door to her?
Speak up, I need your help.
Oh, nearly forgot. If you live in the UK and haven’t read the book yet, and you’d like to buy a signed copy (postage free) and know that all the proceeds are going to that crowdfunding site helping refugees that I mentioned yesterday, write to me at infoATdelicatelynuancedDOTcom