Great, but late, day of storylining. I left home at 6:15am and got home at 9:05pm. Just a little fucking mental.
It’s dawning on me I’ve been ill virtually the whole time I’ve been on the show – stupid hayfever, stupid blocked nose! I’m at a stage now where I can feel my brain cloud-up as the oxygen flow to my brain decreases. I have to keep remembering to breathe, I kid you not. There’s times when I find myself being vague or argumentative and I realise I’m barely breathing at all. You need air to live, kids! Just in case you weren’t sure.
And got to see my name in print for the first time today! I’m right there on the coversheet of Neighbours Scene Breakdown Block No. 1091 ... Trainee Storyliners: Trent Griffiths and Mark Dickenson. In case I haven’t mentioned it, Trent is also from my RMIT Professional Screenwriting course. Three months ago we were sitting in the same ‘Writing for TV’ class. Now we’re plotting the fate of Ramsay St. World = wonderful.
Joss Whedon fans please note the great man has blogged twice in the last two days about the Writers Guild strike. Check out Whedonesque and follow the appropriate headlines. Ah, the strike. Every great writer in Hollywood is on the pickets. How I wish I was there ... it’s the social gathering of the millenium! And the actors too, good grief. Joss bumped into Alyson Hannigan and Alexis Denisof in the street handing out donuts. FEED ME DONUTS, WILLOW! *SOB*
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