Swimming

It's Friday and the weekend is here. Christmas is but a mere few days away and it's the time to chill out with mulled wine and chestnuts.

Oh and my head is swimming.

I picked up a copy of The Writer Got Screwed by Brooke. A. Wharton. It's an amazing book. It's a guide to the legal and business practices of writing for the entertainment industry. I picked it up because when I finish my screenplays I wish to send them to Hollywood. I'm sure the British Film Industry would hate my guts (well, they probably don't care right at this minute, but I am sure if I managed to carve a career out for myself they might) but although my novel writing is mostly English, my screenplays are mostly American. No, I have no idea why either.

It's the best horror book I've ever read. I won't type any excerpts because she's a lawyer and might sue my arse off, but needless to say I recommend it. In fact if you're getting into the screenwriting industry (or trying) and you're aiming for the American market then you must buy this book. I don't want to hear excuses. Buy it and read it. You can thank me (or rather Ms Wharton) later.

Aside from reading my new book I've worked pretty hard today. I'm determined to get the novel done by Christmas so I can go into 2009 actually looking for a publisher and working on the sequel. When tomorrow comes I'll no doubt be drained. A day of writing/proofing really does take it out of me, probably more than it should.

Oh and the weather is crap!