I'm sometimes relieved that the readership of this blog is so small as it allows me to be more honest than I would otherwise be.  It's been a while since I checked in, and various projects are in the offing.

Next year could be a fantastic one with the possibility of two of my UK feature films going into principle photography.  Matchstick Films continues to do good things with my work and fingers crossed for the brave souls we've lost in the funding war.

As such, I find myself doing less writing and more emailing, administration, minor changes, financial treatments, meetings and the odd despairing birthday party as my peers begin to turn thirty.

In times such as these, the mind can wander to that place where we wish for the things we wouldn't admit to wanting but know that, on some level, we need.

'The World is full of Needs!' runs a quote on the wall of a friend of mine, also a freelance pirate and film industry survivor.  I begin to suspect that as we get older, those needs begin to align.  I find myself perusing flats I can't afford in places I don't know and weighing up whether I would pay an additional fifty pounds per month for a flat with a bath in it.

(I would, as it happens.  Like most writers, I love baths but am not sure whether I could truly soak in it knowing it is costing me on average, ten pounds per bath.  I would have to have more baths each month to bring their average cost down to an acceptable level and by then I'd be bored of them and look like a raisin)

Wants, needs, desires and how not to inflict them on other people.  Perhaps I shall write that book as a way to beat the recession.

More soon!