Series. What’s on your list?
Draft one ends, and the second begins. But after the workshop on Saturday past, I noticed something among my script, scribbling grey all over my words. The scribbles were no longer red, the colour of correctional blood. It could only mean one thing. A new contender has entered the fray: this means war.
Fast forward to Monday past. After its brief rehearsal and evening reading (see here, because I’m not reviewing myself on here – that would be silly) draft three is in full swing. Or, at least, it is now I’ve finished turning the opening scene to my second draft into a Pencil vs Pen war. I regret nothing.