Picture This… Submitted

My ten pages of script plus treatment have now been submitted to the Picture This team… ten minutes before the deadline!

Next comes the read through, in the Alma Tavern Theatre (in Bristol this Saturday and Sunday) of all the 50 scripts. Eight will be selected for further development and a final five actually staged in the Autumn.

I would normally spend a much longer developing an idea into a script – plus it’s only the second time I’ve ever written for the stage – but all writing experience is good, and no matter how bad it may turn out to be, I am still looking forward to hearing my script being read by real actors.

Picture This… Update

My photograph has arrived from Theatre West/Picture This and looks like this:

I was hoping for something showing people, as I had a number of ideas that could probably have been quickly adapted, but that’s show business.

Now – inspired by the photo – I have to provide 10 pages/1500 words of a script plus a synopsis of the completed piece by 25th May, and all 50 entrants will get a reading over 29/30th May at the Alma Tavern in Bristol.

The complete list of runners and riders can be found here.

Picture This…

Back at the start of the year, I submitted a script to Bristol’s Tobacco Factory Theatre for their Script Space competition. I didn’t make the short list in the end, but they liked it enough to pass my details on to Theatre West (also of Bristol) and as a result, I have been invited to write a script for their Picture This project/competition – a one hour play, on one set with a cast of three, so watch this space!

Crooked Usage

Back at the start of the month I heard Ian Rankin and Frederic Forsyth on R4’s Today program discussing the National Write a Novel in a Month, which involves submitting a 50,000 word novel before midnight (local time) n the 30th November. So there and then, I decided to take the plunge and make a start on Crooked Usage, an idea I have been kicking around for over a decade. It may not make a great novel, but it will no longer be an unwritten novel. Even if it’s no better than a first draft, at least it will be a first draft, and it’s easier to turn 50,000 words into something than it is to turn 0 words into something. As of 19th November, I have managed 38747 words, and am confident I will make the 50,000 total.

Crooked Usage is set in an unregarded corner of North London at the end of January 1947. The unexpected winter isolates people in their homes, bringing power cuts and a breakdown of infrastructure. As the inhabitants of 12 Crooked Usage (it is a real street, honest!) fall back on their own resources, an ancient secret – long unsuspected – is forced out of hiding in order to survive…

On re-reading Lord of the Rings

I’ve read to my son every night for as long as I can remember. Usually between 7:30 and 8, depending on how quickly we get the bedtime routine done, sometimes for longer if it’s a good book and I’ve got the bit between my teeth! We vary the choice, so we don’t end up reading all the Harry Potters in one fell swoop. Anyway, it’s a brilliant chance to read stuff that I would never have thought of reading myself e.g. Treasure Island, which we did late last year and which was absolutely brilliant.

We are deep in LOTR at the moment, the first time I have read it in over 20 years. I am managing to get the voices to sound reasonably close to those in the film, and I am quietly proud of my Gandalf!. What is amazing is the sheer quantity of stuff that didn’t make it into the films – much if it (to be fair) detailed descriptions of the landscape in which all the action takes place. Much of the dialog verges on the unspeakable; if I had a pound for every time I have said (or should that be uttered?) ‘whither’ and ‘hither’ I could retire. ‘Hewn’ is also very popular. Fortunately the Hobbits themselves speak in more down to (Middle)Earth language. There is surprisingly little humour present – or perhaps the stuff I found funny at 17 no longer amuses e.g. Gimli and Legolas’ running joke about how many Orcs they’ve each managed to kill.

There are also very few women (something the films redress a little) and worse than that, the strong sense that there are no women involved because women don’t really matter. This is undoubtedly due to Tolkien’s very Conservative Roman Catholic point of view, as is the constant (and rather racist idea) that humanity race is dwindling as the ages pass, a mere shadow of some finer, ancient race.

Well, at least Rowan is enjoying it (Rowan, son of Steve, son of John, son of John, as Tolkien would have put it!) and experiencing the book before he sees the film.