Hello, my friend,
I trust you are well.
Spring is here. Blook and I went for a short walk this morning, around 8am; up the road; up alongside the children’s charity; through the fields, saying good morning to grazing horses and singing black birds.
It feels somehow that the birds know it’s spring, too. They’re louder than usual.
Our house is officially up for sale. We came home from work on Friday, to be greeted by a for-sale sign outside. It felt strange, as if we had been found out; now all the world (well, road) knows we want to move away. There’s a sense of betrayal. Silly, really.
I’m currently reading East of Eden by John Steinbeck. Reading it with my good friend, A.B. Well, not exactly with him. We started it at the same time; and whenever we meet up for a game of badminton, we talk about how amazing the book is.
It’s good to have a book buddy.
Only just getting my sense of taste and smell back. Thinking I might’ve had Covid. At the time, I thought it was a cold. Who knows… I think I got it from the two BFI networking events I went to a couple of weeks ago in Leeds and Manchester.
Whatever, it was worth it; got to meet some great people doing exciting things. Actors, directors, producers, editors, makeup artists etc. Four people asked to read my scripts, and I’ll be meeting up with one of those shortly.
Note to self: you can’t do this on your own. You can’t be a screenwriter by yourself. You might have written several scripts, but you need people to help you get them read, produced, seen. You need people to reach people.
You can’t do this on your own. Invite people into your life. Not easy if you’re an introvert, I know. But push yourself out of your self-made bubble. When you hear a *POP*, your life’s about to get more interesting.
Send that email.
Add that person on IG or Twitter and send them a brief message.
Onwards and upwards.
Please feel free to leave a comment