Want to be a scriptwriter? Well you’re in luck! There are HUNDREDS of ways you could pay for the privilege.
OK first I need to admit … I have parted with money to get where I am. I got my MA in Scriptwriting and it was super useful. But what’s surprised me since embarking on my career – and what I’m writing about here – is just how many people there are out there who dangle success and opportunity in your face and then want your Visa card details.
I was at a Film & TV event day recently – a writer was giving a talk about their experiences in the industry. Except they weren’t. They were giving an hour long sales pitch, selling their services as a career coach, script reader and networker. All of which I could enjoy. If I paid. This was a Government-funded event to help people working in the industry … I took the leaflets, we swapped cards and I dropped it all in the waste basket.
Industry magazines offer lists of production companies that are taking unsolicited scripts … yours for £20. Organisations arrange script competitions (which are designed to give the judging panel access to new talent) that you pay to enter. Websites charge a premium for special access … pay to read more …
When you’re starting out as a writer you’re probably not going to be over-wealthy. Maybe you’re working part time so you can write, or you’ve dropped your job completely. You’re starting from the bottom up. So having to fork out regular sums to try to catch that elusive break is a cruel step and one that’s going to hit the least well off the hardest. Will only the wealthy, privileged few afford to get the breaks?
Full marks to competitions like BAFTA Rocliffe – which gave me my break – BBC Writersroom and others who give everyone an opportunity at no cost. We need to raise awareness of these and encourage more outlets to showcase and develop talent. Everyone should get access to opportunities, regardless of how much they can afford to pay.
I love film, I love maps… and here’s what happens when they come together. It’s a 90 year old map of filming locations that can pass for other locations across the world.
I love the fact Sherwood Forest borders South Africa and the Red Sea and that Wales is neighbour to Venice and Spain. That’s the magic of Hollywood …
The Wales Coast Path runs 860 miles from Chepstow to Flint and I’m a quarter of the way along it. As I trekked Newport’s marshy wetlands, the Vale’s lonely cliffs and Dylan Thomas’ misty estuaries my mind started to wander … I bet these had been great smuggling locations. And it turns out there were…
…and they still are…
I mapread, I walk, I google … and I’ve discovered dark secrets in beautiful places: IRA weapons drops, multimillion pound drug smuggling rackets, people trafficking. There are false walls in caves, underground containers beneath perfect sandy beaches, waterproofed suitcases of heroin tied to buoys, weapons pushed into hedgerows. It’s given me a new perspective on my rambles… and the subject of my next script.
I’ve always been fascinated by smuggling so it’s a real joy to finally be writing about it. I grew up with Moonfleet and – my favourite – The Adventures of Henry Penn about a village of penguins terrified by pirate smuggler Obadiah Imm. There’s still that romantic image of smuggling but modern day stories such as the Seal Bay investigation in Wales in the 1980s exposes a more brutal truth.
I love the juxtaposition of gritty menace and gorgeous beaches, tourism and slaughter. A policeless, woman-against-the-world crime drama in a stunning location here I go …
Have been in stitches reading this OFCOM report about the use of profane language on TV.
Page five had me in tears. You can only imagine how those focus groups went … a smart hotel function room … keen, Middle-England respondents gathered round an anxious moderator who checks their notes and then announces, “OK then everyone… muff diver?”
I’m researching what words and phrases I can and can’t put into a pre-watershed comedy drama. And it’s actually quite vague. It can depend on the number of times you use the word, who speaks it, to whom, and in what circumstance.
So what to do? Well I’m going to put in my profanities, because anyone reading to page five will know that some words have special powers and are very, very funny. And it’s up to my Script Editor and the many layers of broadcast management to agonise over each and every one of my shits.
Just going through my feature script, tightening up, and it struck me…
The two things I want in each scene are:
BEEF: that’s my teenage daughter’s word of the year. Meaning – trouble, arguments, tension.
SPECTACLE: something visually remarkable, engaging, memorable.
So here I am, holed up in my writer’s room at the bottom of the garden, checking each scene for BEEF SPECTACLES.
How huge is this … a person does not have the legal right to control someone else’s vision of them.
I keep reading this week’s news, is it right? Really? It’s come about through Olivia De Havilland’s court case against the creators of a TV show that features her. The 101 year old actor believed she had been misrepresented on screen. But the jury panel ruled in favour of the creatives. Here’s what the judge said:
“Whether a person portrayed in one of these expressive works is a world-renowned film star – ‘a living legend’ – or a person no-one knows, she or he does not own history…Nor does she or he have the legal right to control, dictate, approve, disapprove or veto the creator’s portrayal of actual people.”
It’s close to home for me – I’m in script development with a biopic of a real person. And elements of their life need to be told with creative licence: I’m an entertainer not a historian. So there are moments, thousands of tiny moments, when I made stuff up. I had to. And I believe each well-considered fabricated moment works to reflect the bigger picture of the person I’m portraying. And, ultimately, the vision of the person I am creating is as authentic as I can get it.
So here’s the question … what would they think of the film? Actually I think they’d laugh it off and wonder what the bloody hell someone was bothering about them for.
I’m writing a pilot for a period drama and I’m wrestling with the problem of whether I as a writer should be visible, or invisible. By which I mean – should I write in such a way that the audience is made more aware of the writing itself, or should I slip into the background and disappear, and the drama transcends the script. As an example …
A scene with a swordsman, plunging a sword into a pig carcass, smash cut to a dainty supper scene with a woman carving a side of ham. Ah ha … the two are linked, not just in storyline but in what they’re doing at that moment with the ex pig: sword and knife, stab and slice, anger and calm. It hints at a deeper connection, it’s a dash of humour, it shows I’ve thought about the script but also … it shows me. The writing has taken the forefront. I have asked for recognition.
…and what writer doesn’t what a whole pile of that …
But, after much thought and considerable pacing, I think it’s probably not going to work in this particular piece. It’s all fine and dandy in other scripts but here I want the reader to be transported – lost – in a different world. And if I play too ‘clever’ then I’m at risk of taking them out of that world, if only for a moment. So I’ll disappear, drop the smart script points.
I recently set out to write a gritty, contemporary domestic drama … here are a selection of words I have looked up in order to write it:
Yup, the gritty, contemporary drama didn’t make it. But – and this is a good point about writing a spec script– it is entirely, brilliantly fun to write. I am loving living in this new world I have created, spending time with these troubled, fictitious individuals. Real life keeps getting in the way but as soon as I can I’m back into 1799 and deciding what terrible things can happen to my characters.
If that spec script isn’t something I’m passionate about, and care about, then why would I write it in the first place? And why on earth would anyone want to read it?
Al Pacino made an interesting comment about auditioning for parts (which is sort of like spec script writing) in that you just have to embrace it for what it is: the chance for your work, albeit briefly, to have an audience. Don’t focus on success or failure to get the part (commission), revel in the chance to rehearse, learn, improve. Enjoy it.
I gave up Girl Guiding for Basil Rathbone. I had no option: the 1930s Sherlock Holmes series was broadcast at the same time as Guides. My parents weren’t happy and the Guide Leader was not impressed when I had to explain why I was leaving*.
Never mind, because I loved those programmes – and still do. The flickery lighting, dramatic music, fabulously dressed women. But most of all I loved Basil Rathbone. Full stop. A hero of the big screen filling the small screen. So now, as I find myself encouraging my children to stay in Scouts, I’m realising that hey, maybe it’s fine to flop in front of the TV instead. Because it could lead, one day, to bigger and better things.
*I did stay long enough to get a hostess badge though, so not a complete waste of time.
Just finished reading Arnold Bennett’s How to live on 24 hours a day. Top tips from the last century for the struggling scriptmonger, yet to make a living from writing.
The gist of what Arnold’s saying is … set aside at least a few minutes every day … they add up. And he advocates getting up early in the morning. I’ve been rising at 5am every morning, writing for two and a half hours until breakfast and then on to the BBC for work that covers the (ridiculously large) mortgage. My first film script has been optioned, and I’m hoping the second script that I’ve just completed, will go the same way. And then those 5am starts will pay off.
You can read the book for free, here’s the link
Gutenberg free book
I particularly like this little nugget:
“Rise an hour, an hour and a half, or even two hours earlier; and—if you must—retire earlier when you can. In the matter of exceeding programmes, you will accomplish as much in one morning hour as in two evening hours. “But,” you say, “I couldn’t begin without some food, and servants.” Surely, my dear sir, in an age when an excellent spirit-lamp (including a saucepan) can be bought for less than a shilling, you are not going to allow your highest welfare to depend upon the precarious immediate co-operation of a fellow creature! Instruct the fellow creature, whoever she may be, at night. Tell her to put a tray in a suitable position over night. On that tray two biscuits, a cup and saucer, a box of matches and a spirit-lamp; on the lamp, the saucepan; on the saucepan, the lid—but turned the wrong way up; on the reversed lid, the small teapot, containing a minute quantity of tea leaves. You will then have to strike a match—that is all. In three minutes the water boils, and you pour it into the teapot (which is already warm). In three more minutes the tea is infused. You can begin your day while drinking it. These details may seem trivial to the foolish, but to the thoughtful they will not seem trivial. The proper, wise balancing of one’s whole life may depend upon the feasibility of a cup of tea at an unusual hour.”
“Instruct the fellow creature” … WTF Arnold??