The Red Planet Prize script is coming along well. For a start, I realised that I'd fallen into the 'voiceover' trap with the initial draft. Have gone through the script like a tornado today, ripping out that gratuitous voiceover action. It's really not that difficult, provided you don't simply replace it with your protagonist talking to themselves. My feature-length romcom screenplay, which I'm still working on simultaneously, has a fair deal of voiceover, which I don't see as a problem. I will, however, keep it to a minimum.
Was there a Scribosocial on Saturday, then? If it all crumbled away to nothingness, I shall be cyber-slapping the legs of all concerned. I say we pick a date for August and stick to it like some breed of superglue.
When people ask who I fancy on TV I generally come up blank, for some reason. Most female TV presenters and personalities (even most movie stars, in fact) look the same, and are generally the wrong side of bland-glam. This has changed since Friday, when I interviewed Holly Willoughby and Fearne Cotton for heat magazine. Together, in person. Christ, it's a tough old life. I was confident that Holly might cancel her imminent wedding plans after meeting me, but no - the girl still seems set on matrimony. Guess it'd be too embarrassing to drop out now. Yes. That'll be it.