I’ve gone round in circles as to where to start and whether or not I even should, talk about a situation that has been going on for a while but reached a new level today. The short answer is I probably shouldn’t, just yet.
I’ll just say this to any writer reading: be very, very careful as to who you trust your material with. There’s a perception in the industry that it’s a buyer’s market, that it’s so competitive that we should be happy any producer is showing any interest, that we should be willing to do whatever it takes to get a project to screen at any cost. Screenwriters are told to be “good in a room” which essentially translates as agreeing to the producer’s every whim with a smile. We’re judged for expecting even a modicum of professional courtesy. A level of communication that would go without saying in any other industry is a laughable luxury.
We need to stop putting up with it.
It’s always a balance, of course. We all want to progress and it IS wildly competitive, so it’s incredibly difficult to walk away from any tantalising potential. I am in the incredibly privileged position that because I’ve got my books, I’m not relying on screenwriting deals to pay my bills. I can literally afford to be choosy about what happens with my screenplays. Even so, sometimes I place trust where I shouldn’t.
I discovered on Monday evening (halfway through an aerial silks class!) that I had done exactly that. Alarm bells have been ringing for quite some time, but even so, I was stunned that producers I have been working with for two years would stoop so low. It’s nothing personal, they are trying to make a quick and easy deal at the expense of my story and I won’t let them. Such is life, but man it sucks.
Started doing a bit of work on Fully Fifty-Fifty but after reaching out to the Swedish Writers’ Guild for help on Monday’s situation my head was all over the place so played hooky and went a walk up the Campsies. ‘Twas freezing and the wind was wild and it was perfect for clearing my head and getting ready to fight another day!
My Wuthering Heights moment up the Campsies did the trick so got down to some plotting and planning and hustling.
Supposed to be on a water safety course for teaching paddleboarding today, but was held up heading for Loch Lomond by a meeting on the Monday Situation (as it shall henceforth be known 🤣), then rubbish traffic, meaning I had no hope of making it on time. When I finally gave up and came home it hit me that I was in fact full of the cold and had no business either jumping into Loch Lomond or generally being around other humans. Snuggled up with multiple hot toddies and wrote the week’s Fully Fifty-Fifty post.
Isolated while waiting on results of Covid test (Monday update: it was negative). Dealt with the Monday Situation. Got my first paying subscriber on Fully Fifty-Fifty, and made some plans to grow. Nothing like a Monday Situation to fire you up about the ladies of early Hollywood who were also screwed over by the white men of the industry 😎