Last week, I experienced the hardest week of work in my life. The day job, now, not the airy-fairy little writing hobby. My life consisted of eat, sleep and work. And has cemented my feelings that there is no way I am doing said day job for the rest of my life.

Unsurprisingly, there wasn’t a lot of writing done during that time. And what tidbits managed to escape were for fun not profit, an exercise in blowing off steam that could never be commercial.

This week, however, I have a deadline. It’s now my turn in Bitter Script Reader’s Collaborative Writing Project. I just read through the draft so far and I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to do with it.

There are asthmatic nerds and sexy lesbians (and damnit, I went and bought a new pair of glasses yesterday and I finally look like the geek I am). Also, it’s American. Very American. So American that my tiny British brain cannot comprehend that people actually talk like that.

This may take some time. And whiskey.


  • Bung in a big juicy turning point. That’s what I’d do. Work with what you’ve got and take it to the end of an act – without introducing any new characters or springing anything utterly implausible.

    Have the two characters least likely to like one another get locked into a situation where they have to collaborate in some way to get out of it.

    Or sling some drunken sex in. That’s always good for a laugh.

        • I went for a dramatic close to Act One (using a three-act structure) with a big explosion, created a lovers’ tiff, and then had a martial arts scene in a kitchen before trying to team up a set of goodies and baddies.

          Basically, just created more chaos. I really pity the next author.

          • Aces! Martial arts in the kitchen! Potato peelers going ‘thunngg’ into chopping boards!

            I think you did them proud. Mind you, Act 2 is always the hardest.

          • A gunfire samba on the hanging pots and pans!

            Thanks – I’ll take that compliment, sir. And yeah, they’ve got their work cut out for them.

            It’s actually really hard to only write a piece of a thing. I wonder if this is what it’s like for minor series writers.

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