One more cookie and I’ll be very very full. You won’t like
me when I’m full. I know the toilet doesn’t. This bag of cookies was supposed
to make it through the last episode of Game of Thrones. Going by the pressure that
layeth upon my stomach lining, I think it will even survive the entire first
season of Hollow Crown.
Yes, I have recently started to nurture a great affinity for
ancient epic series (Damnit, I hate words which don’t seem to have a plural
form). Trust me the battle scenes are to die for (literally for the actors) but
the romance is orgasmic (literally period) Hmmm but what if they shot an
African epic. Luanda Magere, the great or Tale of the Miji Kenda. I should
probably get into it myself.
It probably hasn’t come by your knowledge that I am currently
writing a TV series. It’s a series about kids. Not the kind I would naturally
feel the urge to do but I am doing nonetheless. Let’s just say that I’m trying
to lie to myself that I can challenge myself. How is it working so far? Like
butter. I got the story for the first episode finished. A couple of scenes have
been drafted and that leaves me without about ten more to go.
Why am I doing this? A. Because there’s a big fat cookie at
the production studio offices if ever it should be considered revolutionary. B.
Because I’ve had it with local productions. They are all shit. There’s no
better way to put it. Someone needs to inject the oomph into this industry.
So back to the sail, shall we?
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