One of the nice things about the Neighbours story room is the endless supply of nibbles. Chocolate bars, chip packets, biscuits and yes, even fruit. It’s snackland – which, unsurprisingly, it needs to be. Even bad ideas require a vast amount of energy. And those brilliant ideas ... eeek, pump in the sugar, nurse.
Today had some brilliant moments, both in the room and in the stories we plotted. There’s nothing like disparate story threads suddenly tying themselves together into a coherant and inspired plot. Our word du jour for success is ‘gold’, which perfectly describes what a sublime inspiration is worth in the room.
Sadly, I was off-form until about 3pm. All my ideas were crap, not the point or utterly misguided. In my first week I would’ve died after the first talk-turkey, but these days I feel better about forging forward. It’s humbling to watch your plausible idea get rejected then see the replacement become utterly brilliant. You have to just jump off your train of thought and hop everyone else’s carriage. Then, once you’re firmly on board, start again with the big visions. Much easier said than done, but that was how it played out this afternoon, culminating in another storyliner and I fighting for a scene which turned out to be brilliant. Yay. Relief.
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