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Characters leaping out of the woodwork


I'm writing with Phil. He's just popped out. We're planning our next screenplay. A traditional horror about a man who sees the error of his ways - just in time.

The early draft of Beware the Stingray is so busy that we've managed to extricate three screenplays out of it. One of them - the short film, A Stone Throw - is doing the festival circuit as we speak.


And as we write, more characters keep leaping out - threatening to muddy the waters of our existing screenplay.

But we remain vigilant. As interesting as all our ideas are, only the story-oriented ideas should remain. Jot the others in a notepad, or do like we're doing and embark on a completely different screenplay.


Why are you reading this?

Stop it. Get on with your own screenplay.

In this materialistic, cancer-ridden nuclear paranoid society - it seems to be the only reasonable thing to do. So - if you've come to Geoffrey because you've got a really good idea. Write it! I'll tell you this for nothing . . . Nobody else will.

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Anonymous said…
You naughty thing! Those photographs shocked me as your words on WTHITK scrolled up.

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