On Being an Idiot

24th November, 2011

So...

Here's a cautionary tale....

I got an invitation to submit a script to a TV company...let's call the TV company the BBC shall we?  Just for fun.

This TV Company, they have this service called BBCWritersroom...they read scripts, if they like the first ten pages or so then the script gets a full read and  feedback.  Sometimes they offer you an invitation to send in another script...a new one - this time with the guarantee of a full read and feedback.  

The state that 'only a very small proportion of scripts receive this invitation.' So, it's an opportunity not to be sniffed at or mucked up by stoopid stoopid things.

I'm in a groundhog sort of a relationship with the script service. It goes like this:

I sent them Watershed which they liked enough to offer me a free read of my next script.   

A new script mind. Not a reworking of that one.

Then I sent them Future Regrets...which they liked enough to offer me a free read of my next script.

A new script mind. Not a reworking of that one.

Spotting a pattern?

So then, deciding that I may as well go with the flow of these things...I sent them...Paper Fortunes...

And I'm an idiot... 

The Readers Report says all kinds of nice things...like 'crisply written, well crafted, dialogue has authenticity, enjoyed the writers style and wit.'

But guess who forgot to check that all her pages had printed off properly when she sent the script?

Yes. me. Loserface.

So...it's sent back with the lovely comments, but because of the missing pages they can't really comment any further.

BUT they have offered me the opportunity to send in another script...ANOTHER ONE...a new one...a whole new script...not a properly printed version of this one.

No second chances. Oh no.

And writing new scripts takes a bit longer than one might think.

So essentially I wasted an opportunity there.

POO. BUM. D'OH.

My own fault though. Stoopid me.

Let my idiocy 'learn' you all though...:-)

Check your pages writers. Check your printer is not the enemy within.

I'm off to bash my head against the wall. (I'm not)

Laters

Roz x