When I revisited this blog back in August I had grandiose visions of regular postings. I should've known better. I was going to monitor my attempts at entering the film and television industry in the wake of quitting my job in finance. In retrospect, it would've been worth the effort.
I finished at Aviva Australia on September 7th, leaving with a whimper not a bang despite a fine afternoon with some of my wonderful colleagues. I had secret hopes for dancing girls and a street parade - yes, I'm an idiot.
The subsequent weeks, jobless but continuing my two classes at RMIT, felt ... well, fantastic! Woo-hoo, no office, life with wife & kid, sleeping in, time to potter around the house and focus on schoolwork. It was sweet.
And then I got an interview for a 'Script Co-ordinator' job at Neighbours. I'd been studying Neighbours for the previous few months, just in case something came up. And I don't use the word 'studying' lightly - after 20 years of five episodes a night it's a whole universe of facts and faces.
The interview goes great. Standing in the offices of FremantleMedia I feel surges of wonder and awe - maybe how a young footballer feels running onto the MCG for the first time. Idiot, as I mentioned.
Anyway, the upshot is that I start at Neighbours on Monday as a trainee storyliner. Now, if anything, this blog might just be about life as a writer. Good grief, have I died and actually gone somewhere?
There are a couple of great writer blogs out there (probably a zillion, but at least a couple). I highly recommend Ken Levine and Jane Espenson. Yes, I aspire to all that. Idiot.
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