On the train home to Malvern for Christmas, I came up with what appears to be a version of the sabotage subplot which makes sufficient sense that I can type it up and consider the fourth draft complete. The chances are high that halfway through typing it up, I will spot a fatal flaw in it.
Yesterday Ian and I shot a new videomatic before I came back to London. Ian made a very impressive cardboard model in a very short space of time, which shared the stage (table) with some Lego and a Sindy.
I finished the videomatic, but I’m still struggling to complete the fourth draft of the script. Someone please give me some money so I can pay another writer to do it for me. If I run one more permutation of the sabotage subplot through my head, it might explode.
What usually happens is that I type the date and then daydream for anywhere upwards of five minutes before I can think of a way to begin the entry. And I won’t be able to use that one again.
A new videomatic, depicting the stopping of the world, is almost complete. No shots in it are stolen from other films. In the same way that no elements of the Sherlock Holmes stories were purloined from Edgar Allan Poe. (This is a clever, witty and cutting joke from the world of classical literature. If you do not understand, simply laugh now to appear learned.) Other shots feature the Corps action figures on sticks, my sister’s holiday snaps and lots of crumpled paper.