Well, if my earlier post Winter 2020/Spring 2021 was all about writing my episode of Tales from Malory Towers, then Summer 2021 was when I got to hear it for the first time.
Hearing your words out loud for the first time is always wonderful.
Whether that be in a rehearsal room for stage, or through my headphones on the BBC Sounds app. Both glorious, both nerve-wracking, but also bloody marvellous. Writing is such a lonely beast. The exciting part comes when the script is handed over for collaborators to do their jobs.
I was at work when I received the email that informed me that Malory Towers was now live. I grabbed my phone and headphones. I found an empty classroom. I wanted to listen to it all on my own. I didn’t want any distractions spoiling my first listen.
To say that I was over the moon with the production is an understatement. I was incredibly proud and still am satisfied with The Bomb. I wish I could time-travel. I want to visit Clayton Green library. Nine-year-old me used to sit there and read the Malory Towers books. I would tell her that one day she’ll write her own story for Irene, Jean and Gwendoline. It would be played out on the BBC. Lots of youngsters would also love that school. They would adore those girls like she did.
Younger me would never believe it. Writing was something that only posh people could do. Not people who live on Clayton Brook estate. It should never have been like that.
Straight from delivering my Malory Towers script, I sought what I hoped would be another writing commission. I was invited to pitch for an audio story. After months of finessing my treatment, I was given the go-ahead late in the year to go to script. Watch this space.
In November, I took part in a 48 Hour Filmmaking challenge at 53 Two in Manchester. Six directors collaborated with six writers. Many actors participated. A prop and a line of dialogue were essential ingredients for creating a short film. We met at 7pm on a Friday night. By 7pm on Sunday night, we watched the screening of the six films made. It was a hoot. My film is called Through the Keyhole, which can be viewed here. Ours was a small team, two actresses. My personal goal was to ensure that these actresses had a fun script to perform and that I wanted to hear laughter in the screening. Covid was a tough time, and I hadn’t heard collective live laughter in years. Mission accomplished.
