I bumped into a neighbour yesterday. She asked how EastEnders was going and when she might see my name on screen.
I told her - Monday 27 October.
"Is that when you start?" she asked.
"That's the date my episode is being broadcast" I replied.
She looked bemused.
"I might be doing another one in December" I said, trying to impress. But it was too late. The damage was done. Now she knows that there are dozens of people writing for EastEnders, not just me.
I do like the idea that she thought I was carrying the entire weight of the BBC's flagship drama on my shoulders, sitting in my little shed knocking out four half-hour episodes a week.
On the other hand, she clearly doesn't think that writing a soap is anything like hard work.
Sunday, 21 September 2008
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Point of view's a funny thing. She's like, 'What just an episode?' I'm like 'WOW! Did you get to write any lines for Dot?'
When I was a freelance Stage Manager, signing on in between jobs was like this all the time. "So you're just looking for part-time work, then?" "Um, no..." "Well, theatres are only open at night, aren't they?" - or, even more professionally edifying: "I suppose it'll be difficult over the next few months now that the students are all back from university..."
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