Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Some things don’t change

We got home from our hols on Friday night and the garden had gone wild, so on Saturday and Sunday I worked hard at taming it.

When I woke up yesterday after nine hours sleep I was still so exhausted that I stayed in bed all morning. (It was raining, anyway – which may not matter to you, but it does to me.) And I wrote. I nailed episode 3.  It now has an exciting new plot point and it also has a stonking cliffhanger at the end. Whoop, whoop! I LOVE screenwriting.

This morning I was stuck for something to blog about so I looked at some of my earlier posts from way way back, and found one from 6 years ago, almost to the day, that went like this….

I recently met a farmer's wife at a party, and she was asking about my writing schedule, and I was telling her that I sometimes sit in bed all morning, writing on my laptop, and that if someone calls at noon, say, and I answer the door in my pyjamas, I feel as if I ought to tell them - ‘I've been up since half past six - working, and I am still working.’

She looked shocked at this and said ‘You don't look like someone who spends all day in bed.’

And I felt that she really hadn't got the idea that writing is work - and that where you do it doesn't matter....writing on a laptop is WORK.

(Here I have to confess that I love screenwriting so much that it doesn’t feel like work.)

Anyway….as I don’t want to give you a picture of me writing in bed, here is one of Tate, who had his birthday at the weekend.


Zoë trawled the internet and found him an archaeological dig to go on for his birthday treat – well done, Zoë.


Gil joined in too.



You know your grandchildren are growing up when you ring them at half past seven in the morning to wish them Happy Birthday and their nine-year-old brother takes the phone and says the birthday boy will ring you back because he is currently engrossed in a Minecraft move and can’t be disturbed.

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