Do you expect me to talk?
No, Ms. Bond. I expect you to die!
I would SO watch this movie. A dozen or so times…
Lyra can’t decide if she’s a Cain cat or a Laclos cat.
The three stages of cat sitting. Arriving, settling, leaving.
I am feeding my friend’s very needy cat while they are on holiday. This is her guilt facing me at the window as I leave.
Friend sent me this copy of my books on her shelf. Next to Anne Rice and Terry Pratchett! I feel like I just fulfilled a lifetime’s ambition. (I have no illusions about aspiring to Salinger, but that’s still cool, too).
Here’s the thing.
I read a lot of scripts. A lot. From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies. Features and pilots. Specs and treatments.
And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff. It’s…
I’ve never written fanfic, but think this is great advice - and also worth remembering that Russell T Davies famously made up Doctor Who stories when he was young. Didn’t do his career any harm, did it?