Paul 'disciplined' Richards; that's what they (should) call me. I did well today, considering I was working from home with all the many temptations that go with it.
Did a 9.30am - 2.30pm shift of 'proper' work, which flew by mostly because of the Comedians Comedian podcast, had lunch and then wrote like a bastard.*
In between collecting emails of potential companies to sponsor the thing, I then wrote three whole episodes of the soap opera today. Admittedly, it's now gone midnight, but still - three gooduns. The latest one, that I finished about 10 minutes ago, episode 8, changes the pace of everything completely and I think it'll tug at the heart strings a bit. Tugged at mine, anyway, but maybe that's because I care so much about these characters. Bit annoyed that I'm out all day tomorrow and Wednesday as I just want to write more of this stuff. The formula is really simple; have 2 major storylines running parallel to each other (one about infidelity, the other about terminal illness) and 3 subplots brewing in the background that could break out at any moment. Every scene is really short, every episode has lots of scenes. It's taking me about 3 hours to write each 10 minute episode, but that's mostly because I spend half of that time looking at my notes and trying to work out where I thought it was going to go originally and seeing if it still works. Either way, as I'm sat here, drinking expensive whiskey that was a gift for a bit of work I did last year, from a Dad's Army glass, I think I'm really onto something with this show. And 30 episodes now already feels incredibly achievable.
*because those pesky bastards are renowned for their fast writing.
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