Stare Into Space

I receive some small validation

Posted on | August 5, 2008 | 4 Comments

Earlier this year, I entered a short in the British Short Screenplay Competition.

In typical fashion, as soon as it was in the post, I began to hate every word that I’d written and immediately went to the garden to cut a switch with which to beat the shame out of myself.  I’m actually thinking of getting one of those spiky leg things that the albino bloke in The da Vinci Code wore, just so I can excise the shame on an ongoing basis.  Might save my flagellation arm.

Anyway, I read today that the first round qualifiers had been anounced and, much to my genuine surprise, I’ve made the cut.  My short, Memoir, has survived to the next round.

Now, I’m not completely sure what the next round entails, but it would be nice to think that one of the, distinguished (really, take a look), judging panel would get to throw my screenplay to the floor in disgust while grimacing and vowing not to agree to judge again next year.

That’d be nice.  Hope it’s Branagh.


Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

More information...
  • Slavishly Follow Me

  • The Twitter

    Twitter outputted an error:
    Could not authenticate you..
  • Categories

  • Archives