Blimey. It's been a long, but massively fun few days. Torchwood readthrough was amazing, such good fun. Went up the Thursday night, and they put me up in a fancy schmancy hotel. A few of us went for drinks that night - me, another writer, two actors, and script editors. Many drinks were had, many stories were told, none of which I could repeat here, especially not the alien cock joke.
Anyway. Readthrough started at half 10 Friday morning, everyone sat around a big square set of tables (you've probably seen it on the TW Declassified and DW Confidential shows), and basically read through the script. Captain RTD did the stage directions, half reading them, half summarising if there was a big block of them, and very funny he was too. The actors were fantastic, got loads of laughs, and for a brief glorious moment I was sitting next to Eve Myles. But then they needed all the actors sitting together, and my section got shunted down. Just as well really, as my animal magnetism would have rendered her speechless and unable to continue. We did the readthrough, much laughter was, er, laughed, there were several creepy silences as scary moments played out really well, and it all went swimmingly. I got applause, compliments, and two actors touched me. On purpose. In a friendly, "hi how are you" way, too, not the usual "security, please get him away from me" way.
A while later, I sat in a room with the big cheeses as they gave me my final notes from the readthrough (I'd also made a few notes, lines that just didn't sound right out loud). Lots of little tweaks, here and there, some of which I needed to do on the spot at someone's computer, because they needed to print the pages there and then for filming on Sunday.
There were sandwiches. There was lots of cake. Seriously, tons of it, they were forcing it on people by the end, and we were all rolling around, crying, icing and crumbs smeared all over our faces. It was hell.
And after that, my first big Doctor Who script meeting. We discussed my new outline, and hammered out a change to the ending that made us all go "ooooooh" with excitement. And then they said I could start the script. Which is fabulous, because I'm dying to get started. And also scary, because blimey, who the hell do I think I am taking on this massive cultural institution, how will I handle the huge responsibility to the TV bosses, the fans, and both my adult and ten-year-old self? I am alternately giggling with glee, and cringing with panic. But, like all writing, when it comes down to it you've just got to forget about all that stuff, sit down and get on with it, really. Speaking of Who, I am in awe of Mr Paul Cornell's staggeringly brilliant 2 parter "Human Nature", absolutely gobsmacking stuff. Although it did add heavily to my "oh blimey who the hell do I think I am" side of things, it being so good and all. Damn you Cornell! You give with one hand, and take away with the other!
Got the train back from Cardiff at 5.25pm, which meant I didn't get home until 9pm - but the rest of the script notes for TW had to be done that very night, as they were needed the next day for printing and distribution. I think I finally got it done around 1am, and sent it off. More final tweaks needed doing during the day on Saturday, last minute changes on the changes, just making sure everything worked perfectly. They should have been filming today (Sunday), the first day of shooting on mine and another episode, so actual STUFF is probably in the can as we speak.
And then the rest of the weekend was spent finishing the movie rewrite. Just finished now, around 9pm on Sunday night as I type this. I'm exhausted, but feel great. Next item on the agenda: a stiff drink, and some telly. Thank you again to everyone who has been in touch or commented, you're all supercool and amazing. I will try my best to look after both DW and TW while they are in my hands for 45 and 50 minutes respectively. Tomorrow, I'll be getting started on the Who script itself. All together now: oh blimey...