Well, that's better...

If Jane Espenson has started bloggin again, I'd better too.

Things are going rather sparklingly well at the minute. The first draft of the children's TV script I've submitted has gone down well, which ace because a) it just is and b) because it means I'm energised and encouraged to write as I can crack on with the second draft. It's a lot...

... sorry, got dragged away to rid the house of a couple of Daddy Long Legs by my recently thirty year old wife. Where was I?

Ah, yes... fun. It's a lot of fun. Mad cap, great energetic kids stuff (the whole series, not talking up my ep, trying to keep ego in check these days).

Another script, again a children's script which seem to be my bread and hummus these days, has also been very well recieved, and will hopefully shortly be read by two rather famous comedians (to product it, not be in it...).

The spec which was mentioned a few blog posts back has been parked for a while whilst paying work comes in, but the beautiful thing about spec writing is that you're not paid for it, so I can a) quite happily park the motherfunster and not get a grilling from anyone / fired and b) I can go back to it inbetween paying work, so it's part writing exercise, part surefire future blockbuster. Truth be told, I'm actually working on three spec movies in various states of development, and your guess is as good as mine as to which will be finished first. One was born when a friend of mine jokingly called me up pitching a movie idea and I bullied him into co-writing. Never pitch me an idea. I will make you write it.

Finally, a slightly belated happy birthday to my wife (don't worry, I said happy birthday to her on the day, this blog isn't a surrogate birthday card) who turned a mighty 30 years old yesterday. We had a very fine tea at Fowey Hall, apparently the inspiration for Toad Hall, but failed to find Mr Toad. Perhaps we shall have better luck at locating Piglet when we visit Ashdowne Forest in July.