Tuesday 17 February 2009

A Blog Post

This is a blog post. Andy is still alive and writing, busy on several promising but secretive projects. He hopes to be in a position to post details soon.

Friday 6 February 2009

Snow Day!

To Whom It May Concern,

I regret to inform you that the the only roads in or out of town are closed. That means I...CAN'T GET TO WORK!!! Even if I could get there, the school's officially closed for the day.

I have done the right thing, and left a message, offering my services to the nearest school, just on the off chance it's open. There may be a grit shortage in this area, but it's not a shortage of true grit, I assure you.

However, in the absence of my phone ringing... I'm not sure how to put this. What about...WOO HOO!!

Thursday 5 February 2009

Buzz

I have to do everything and do it all right now.

Sunday 1 February 2009

Off To Bournemouth

Lots of rushing around to do, shopping tidying, packing, before I kiss the wife and kids goodbye and head off to Bournemouth for the third residential. This one will cover writing for television, and more about t'industry.

Looks like grim travelling conditions. An icy easterly wind's blowing up a huge surf here in Teignmouth. I can see the spray from waves hitting the sea-wall from here. Yikes, I'd better leave earlier, rather than later. Don't really want to be driving after dark if I can help it.

30 minute drama now completed. Not 100% happy with it, but will stop fussing and send it out for some peer review. Well, after I've fussed with it just a little more.

My whole trouble with this one is the mismatch between the great promise of the characters and the weakish delivery of the story. Very frustrating to see it spark into life in places, but not as a whole.

But Bournemouth! Yay. Got a cheap deal at a posh seafront hotel. I can pretend I'm at the Hotel Magnificent in Roald Dahl's The Witches. That's set in Bournemouth, isn't it? Look at me, pretending I don't know The Witches backwards and forwards, from reading it aloud at least five times.

Now there's a good ending.

SPOILERS! BELOW! READ NO FURTHER!

The ending of the Witches:



It's touching when the boy realises he's been permanently turned into a mouse, and will probably live only a few years more. Mice have short lives, and even mouse-boys can't expect many summers. But he finds comfort in the knowledge that Grandma, at her age, and with her cigar habit, probably has about the same time left. They will be together. One will not have to live long without the other. They will spend their remaining time on the planet battling witches and stealing their treasure.

Roald Dahl may sell more than his share, but for this book, and Matilda, and a couple others, he is justly celebrated as a national treasure.