I love writing female characters. I’m compelled to, my imagination conjures up women when I dream up scenes, I care more when my protagonists are female, and I feel more emotionally connected when writing about women...
I’ve been a member of Stage 32 for a year now and I want to say something, and while I do have the opportunity to say it via the Stage 32 blog, I want to make it here, to show that it is real, that it is independent, without agenda, and because I alone want to say it...
Occasionally, as an aspiring screenwriter, something comes along that I really feel I need to shout from the rooftops about. But first a little backstory; I’m a huge supporter of writing short films and offering them free to produce to up-and-coming filmmakers...
It’s that time of year where our friends wonder where us aspiring screenwriting friends have disappeared to, why we tense up at the thought of going to the movie theatre, and why we escape out the bathroom window when it’s our turn to buy a round...
I remember when I had my epiphany. I was sat slumped on my sofa watching Grey’s Anatomy. It was an episode where Dr. Hunt and the recently demoted Dr. Webber were putting together competing proposals to perform a difficult tumor surgery...
Last summer I was forlornly staring at my computer, a feature spec on the screen and came to the realization in my mind it would likely never sell. As I mourned the loss of my creative baby and remembered the good times, I just couldn’t pull the plug on the first five pages...
I know I’m far from perfect; I’m human, I’m emotional, I’m inexperienced, and I’m scared my future as a screenwriter may not work out how I want it to. Sadly this triggers a range of reactionary emotions that can negatively affect how I interact with others and ultimate dictate what people think of me as a person...