Friday, July 25, 2003

Sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's not. The School came out easier than anything I've ever written, and I think it's the best thing I've ever done so far. Craw Lodge is taking months - I thought it was good once, but now I can't tell anymore. The surreal Hell comedy thing came out easy, but isn't lighting any fires. The latest spooky village thing was quite hard, I got stuck and nearly abandoned it, but it's really good. If only there were some proper physical laws, I'd know where I was...

Three quarters of the way through the Craw Lodge new draft - can't believe I'm in double figures on the draft number. It may be the death of me.

Tuesday, July 15, 2003

Ah, Dublin. Thursday to Monday of pretty solid drinking and smoking, with some fryups mixed in. Thursday, polished off half of a big bottle of Jim Beam Black (absolutely gorgeous stuff, aged for 8 years, may be even smoother than Jack, which is blasphemy to say but there we are), Friday went to a friend's gig (Emmet, who we stayed with), stayed up with more Jim Beam. This is Emmet, with a friend:

Emmet's the one on the left. Isn't he charming? Saturday was a long, crazy wedding - didn't know anyone, ended up pissed and best mates with our entire table. Got back to Emmet's flat at 2.30am, landed in the middle of a fucking great party, which went on till 6am. This is part of the view from the flat at 4.30am:

Sunday we recovered slowly, then had some more drinks that night, and an early night (1am). Monday we staggered home, flights delayed, crazy people everywhere, insane heat. Superb. Oh, and someone seems to have dropped a fucking huge needle into O'Connell Street:

The first pic is looking at it from O'Connell Bridge, the second is at the bottom, looking up. Isn't it bizarre? Very, very cool though. I think it's just called "The Spike", or maybe "The Millennium Spike". The best thing about Dublin (I used to live there) is the friendliness - we didn't know anyone at that wedding, but by the end of the night, it was like we'd gone with 8 of our best friends. Same at the party when we got back, we knew one person, but got on instantly well with all the other mad people. London's really hard to make friends in - I made more in that one day/night than in 7 years of living in London. I miss Dublin a lot. I miss Dublin people.

Monday, July 14, 2003

You can now leave comments on my blog entries thanks to the good people at enetation - it's free, cool, they host it, all you have to do is copy and paste the code - give them a donation if you use it though. And lo, the ability to leave comments was duly added - and there was much rejoicing.

Just back from Dublin. Much drinking. Parties. Madness. Late nights. Hangover. Talk tomorrow. Homer sleep now.

Saturday, July 05, 2003

Met the director yesterday, very productive. Came up with loads of ideas, had a laugh, and got the story more or less worked out. Now I have to sort it all out, write up an outline/treatment/synopsis thingy, structure it all together, so we can see how it looks. But it's going to be great fun, I think it'll be a cool script, big, exciting, funny, scary, tense, witty, nice and simple but with lots of groovy shit going on in the background. I'm really looking forward to getting started, and will crack on with the outline over the weekend.

Jago's back on Monday, then I should hear what he thinks of the latest draft of The Craw Lodge. If he doesn't, I shall feign insanity, smear myself with my own excreta, and run around the room screeching. Or just do another rewrite, whatever I feel like at the time, I guess.

Thursday, July 03, 2003

Well, they liked me, but thought I was too inexperienced for the rewrite, so blah blah blah.

That sucks, I mean they knew I was new to the game, but I just haven't written enough stuff for them to take a risk on me. And it is a risk, fair enough, but I know I could have done a good job on it. Oh well, it's not the only thing in the pipeline, it came out of nowhere last week as a surprise, so I'm not really behind. Would have been cool, though.

Tomorrow I'm meeting the director with the cool scifi idea, to thrash it out and come up with stuff. I've got lots of ideas already, I'm really looking forward to it. This stage is the fun part, there's no pressure and you can come up with whatever the hell you want...

Tuesday, July 01, 2003

No news yet. No news is good news, they say. Well it's not. No news is agony. I hate no news. No news sucks. Go poo off, no news, you're not in my gang any more.