Learning to screenwrite... in a church in London.

As a writer, every aspect of writing holds intrigue and possibility for me. Even poetry. Maybe not poetry.

For a long time I've daydreamed about the possibility of writing a script for stage or screen, but having no background in it I conveniently decided that I'd need proper training before even attempting to tap out any of the ideas floating around in my head. 

Enter The Husband:  Stage Right. Thanks to a well-known voucher site, my husband found a heavily-discounted screenwriting course, one day in length and in a central London location. It was a done deal. 'Great!' I said, smiling, whereas inside I was kicking and screaming like a toddler. 'But I don't WANT to better myself!' 

I'm sure that's how all writers feel, right? Write? 

As it was, I went to the course and learnt quite a bit. Watched some clips of iconic movies and deconstructed their scripts. The content was a little skewed towards writing Hollywood blockbusters, which seemed to jar with the rest of the attendees somewhat, and we were repeatedly told it was nigh-on impossible to make a living as a screenwriter, but aside from that - all good fun. 

Mainly, however, the course served the purpose of reminding me that, before the onset of babies and, more recently, pregnancy, I was a person who only really had her own career to think about, and could revel in the idea of taking that career a different way. 

Since then I have read a lot of scripts thanks to the amazing BBC Writer's Room, written a few sample pieces and kept an eye out for possibilities. No matter what, it remains the most inspirational time spent in a church - for  me , anyway.