Hello, dear reader.
It humbles me when I come back to the blog after an absence and see the viewing stats continuing to climb. Okay, it seems many of you get here looking for the hot surfer, but I know at least some of you stay and read some of my writing. Thanks for that.
If you’re in the mood, I’ve posted a new rant, this time on religion: Oppression in the name of God. If you’ve read Ten Things I Believe, you’ll know equality is important to me. I am sickened by the way religion is used to oppress people and, as I nursed a hangover on Sunday morning, I felt compelled to get it off my chest. So you could blame the demon drink, I guess.
In just over a month I’ll be back at the London Screenwriter’s Festival. You might remember that last year I dragged myself along reluctantly, in the midst of a crisis of doubt about my writing. I made a commitment then to go back this year with a project to pitch and I’m proud to report I will do so. Just writing about it gives me butterflies: after all this time working away on my own, I’m finally going to expose my ideas and my work to the industry. It’s a frightening prospect. I’ve faced many fears this year but it doesn’t seem to get easier with practice. To manage the nerves I’m trying to absorb as much knowledge as possible. I’m reading everything I can get my hands on and I’ve signed up for the full day’s pitching instruction on the 25th, as well. I pitch to my iPad and am grateful for its lack of judgement. But it’s not going to be long before I have to do it for real. Wish me luck!