Sometimes, things just aren’t meant to be.
I had to stay an hour late at work on Thursday night, so I didn’t get back until twenty to eleven. After eating dinner, I check my e-mail and remind my reader to text me when he’s read the final draft of my short for the LSF competition.
Friday morning, I oversleep by half an hour, woken by a text from my reader questioning my plot. I think up a new ending and text back the idea, which he agrees. I then open up the submission page on the LSF site and enter my details and basic script info, so everything’s ready to upload.
I get ready for the day job and head to work. I leave work early because I’m heading to a birthday party for the weekend. I have time to make birthday cards or submit my script, so I make the cards, thinking that I’ll just submit the script on the train.
Cards made, I have ten minutes to spare. I do the washing up to avoid the wrath of my flatmates.
I hurriedly throw some things into a bag and head to the station. Once I’ve done the first twenty-minute train, I get on my second train and fire up the laptop. I put the finishing touches to the script and convert to pdf in Celtx.
The programme freezes – connection error. It takes a few more attempts to create the file.
Then, I try to open withoutabox again. More connection errors, more freezing.
By the time I get everything to work, I look at the clock – 6pm.
I’ve missed the deadline by an hour.
I confess, I cried on the train. I’d poured my heart into that short script and I think it came out pretty well. And now I’ll never know if the LSF would’ve liked it.
Okay – time to pick myself up and get on.