I submitted my script for Dirty Gifted and Welsh broken and bleeding. Not just emotionally.
During the course of writing 'Forest Boy' I sprained my ankle in a freak (drunken) accident (moment of idiocy).
That slowed me down alright.
As a result, I started to take an evangelical interest in the horticultural activities of my neighbours.
Every day, in one of my neighbour's windows, I would see a cloth Pierrot doll, slumped into the corner. He would always be in a… Continue
Posted on October 10, 2014 at 16:30 — 1 Comment