The Screenwriters' Festival is fast approaching. I can't believe it's been a year since those dizzy, drizzly days of Cheltenham 2007. Jason Arnopp's post here has a photo from back then, which shows me talking to Piers Beckley with my wrist glued to my chin. Great times.
If you haven't got a ticket yet, I recommend it as a good opportunity to meet professionals and see some good sessions on the craft. It wasn't such a good environment last year for meeting producers or getting work, but all networking is good networking. Besides, it's improving with every year, so things might be different this time.
It's also - and this shouldn't be overlooked - a great jolly. Fantastic fun was had by all; even the runner employed on the first day to stand in front of the venue holding a sign about parking had a smile on her face. I said to her, 'Couldn't a Pole be doing your job' and she kicked me in the nuts thinking I was making a racist joke about globalisation of workforces.*
The best bit of it is, when you arrive, there will be a ready-made group of allies in the form of the Scribosphere Contingent. It even starts before the festival: see Jason's post that I linked to above for details of a meet up on the night before. I will definitely be there.
And if you see me around the festival, do please come and say hello - I'm looking forward to meeting lots of lovely new bloggers.
* Not true, of course. I actually said 'Is it this way to the festival?' It was then that she kicked me in the nuts.
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2 comments:
Ah yes, the wrist/chin interface, sir. I remember squeezing that glue onto your hand with great gusto, insisting that it was harmless. And then... the picture speaks for itself. Yes.
Stuart, Invest in an external hard drive!
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