On Tuesday 30th April, I will contemplate my own mortality as I face that most savage of foes: screenwriters.
I am very nervous about this, not least because I’ve seen what wounds this lunacy of wolves has inflicted on other people with their acid tongues and their copies of Story.
I’m also anxious because this is my baby, my first script – the one I’ve been toiling over for almost four years. And it’s about to be eviscerated.
But that’s how we learn and grow, what doesn’t kill you, etc. If you want to join in with this pillory of writerly humiliation, come to the Horse Bar at 7pm on Tuesday!