I Wrote Lot’s Today

I know that it’s only mid afternoon but I’ve been really productive today. Dan and I went out for a few hours to sit in a cafe and had a nice lunch, both doing some work for a while before coming home before the weather got too bad. I have commandeered the desk for a while so that I can do some work and spread out without hurting my back. Normally this isn’t an issue because I’m so used to doing work on my laptop but sometimes hand writing gets a little bit backache inducing because I tend to slouch more. Also I forget that I normally type up properly at the library on campus. Which is great for essay writing but it’s really not a great place to do creative writing. And I associate it with academia anyway.

I’ve also been working on a few poems and a short story for literary competitions that are opening over the summer. I am really keen to get my work out there and I don’t want to keep putting my non-script stuff to one side if I can help it. But obviously I’ve paid through the nose for this course and script writing is my primary medium so that will have priority. I’ve also been looking for script writing competitions and stuff too but it’s more difficult for me to trust them – obviously there’s the legit ones that I’ve heard about through uni or stuff like BBC writers room but some of them look proper dodgy and I don’t have any way of judging whether they are actually dodgy or whether I’m judging a book by it’s cover. Feel free to suggest any though 🙂 I’m shameless I know.

I don’t have anything else to report to you. Weather is crap today so now that I’m home I’m going to crack on and actually get this script draft finished today. I am not moving until it’s finished! I want to have it typed up and sent off before we move this weekend. I need to get cracking so I can get the feature underway. It’s starting to make me a bit nervous, I think I said this the other day. The sooner I get started the better really. So I’m gunna go crack on with it.

Before that, check out this awesome flower we saw on our walk last night! I haven’t found out what it is yet but I’m going to look it up after I finish writing today.

Don’t tread on the flowers



A Bit of Light Philosophy.

I just found out why we call the main character a protagonist.

I was pontificating as Dan was playing Fallout 4, reading my book (Sohpie’s World – Jostein Gaarder. I found it in the book swap and work and got really into it), when the narrator started talking about philosophers who called themselves the Sophists, basically a wise, informed person (like me obviously). One in particular was called Protagoras (protagonist – basically) and he said “Man is the centre of all things” popular philosopher quote that people repeat out of context all the time.  He also said, to quote the book directly:

“By [‘Man is the centre of all things’] he meant that the question of whether a thing is right or wrong, good or bad, must always be considered in relation to a person’s needs.” [p.54]

Hence literally everything I’ve every read about how to build a character. We relate to the protagonists actions depending on whether we believe what they are doing is right or wrong depending on their needs. Is it right for John Wick to go around killing a shit ton of Eastern European gangsters, in order to track down Alfie Allen? Absolutely not, but Alfie Allen killed his beagle puppy so we get behind it and root for John Wick as he kills a shit ton of gangsters.

I just thought it was interesting that the original protagonist was a real person. I’ve never really thought about it before, but it makes so much sense. Obviously in order to put it in my essay I need to do loads more research (God, Frosh, change the record already). But there you go.

I haven’t really got any more writing done so I think I’m going to try and fit a few pages in before Twin Peaks (at 2am, don’t tell my mum she’ll reprimand me for staying up past my bedtime). Apparently it’s going to be a really good episode tonight. No spoilers though folks.

Don’t tread on the flowers,

F x


Démocrite et Protagoras by Salvator Rosa.

Grey Saturday.

It’s amazing how awful I am at remembering to update this.

My tutorials were cancelled on Thursday so I sent my tutor the first draft of ‘Fog…’ for him to peruse at leisure. I still need to rewrite the ending, like, desperately. Until then I have started writing the second short. This one is so very different. It’s so much easier to get into the head of the main character. This might be because I’ve been a bookish thirteen year old girl who likes camping and growing plants, and I’ve never been a man in his late sixties. I found the original notes I wrote last year for “if a tree falls” and even though I’ve taken time out from writing since then it changed so much. For the better in my opinion. I had to strip so much from it and take it right back down to basics. Originally the apple came from an allotment that she stole it from.

I also started reading things for the essay. I’ve come up with some sort of plan on how to write it. I want to delve deeper into writing about death, not so much as a catharsis like I did in my undergraduate course but more in a sense that it’s such a universal thing we have to deal with, but everybody experiences it differently. It’s both like, universal and completely independent. I also want to talk about the philosophy of stories and how we tell them to make sense of the world around us, which I guess is catharsis in itself. But why do I need to tell these three stories? Why was it so important for me to write them now? And there’s that whole ‘There are seven basic storylines” theory, which is accurate af apparently. I need to do so much more research of course, but I am currently preoccupied with first drafts and moving house (oh yeah I move house in a week). I feel like the essay needs to sit on the back burner for a bit. Not completely, because whenever I write or read anything it’s stuff I can add to the notes and plan BUT it’s not the priority until the drafts are done.

I finished all my tasks for the second session of the John Yorke course already so the weekend is my own. The third session starts on Monday so thats going to be a busy day. I have work tomorrow all day but I’m going to really push for the handwritten draft of this short to get finished by the time I go to bed Sunday evening. I should probably get back to it now, especially as I just got caught dad-dancing to the Sing Street soundtrack by my boyfriend. Can you Dad-dance if you’re not a dad? I’m going to say yes, you can do anything, (“you gotta put the peddle down, and drive it like you stole it, roll it, this is your life’).

Don’t tread on the flowers

F x

Ps, Shout out to Lia and Chris, missed you guys, it was great to see you both.

holding an apple
(Image from pinterest)



Things I Learned About Ice Cream

I was at work yesterday, and in between serving customers and sorting the delivery I had an idea for a scene in ‘Fog’, where Peter and Robert met as kids. I decided they would meet as pre-teens by an ice cream van – but then it struck me that I didn’t actually know when mister whippy ice cream became and thing, and whose (genius) idea was it to put a flake in it? So I googled. Turns out Mister Whippy ice cream became a thing in the late fifties and it started with ice cream trucks in West Philadelphia, different from the ones that sold packet ice cream (which descended from a horse and cart) these were fitted with machines that made the soft ice cream 99’s. In America they were known as mister softies (try not to giggle, like I did) by Lyons but in the UK the ice cream company Walls decided to compete with their own brand of mister whippy, sold in ice cream VANS (not trucks) around London and Kent. Business boomed and ice cream van owners were willing to pay the extra ÂŁ3k+ for one of these vans instead of the traditional packet ice cream vans. And that’s how it became the traditional British staple we know and love, around tourist spots everywhere. There are no less than five in Falmouth in summer. And on Pendennis Point there are two that compete with each other in the car park.

So once I got home I managed to FINALLY finish typing up the first draft, just in time for my tutorial today. I’m still behind schedule, and no where near where I want to be by now, but I feel like it’s an achievement worth mentioning. I had a dream where I sent it to my dad to see what he thought and he hated it and didn’t speak to me for three days – which would never happen irl. It’s because his poem inspired it and I want to do it justice, for his sake. The poem is really good and brings a tear to my eye whenever I read it.

I’m not particularly happy with the ending right now, it’s a bit naff but I’ve got an idea of how to change it – I might talk it through with my group at lunchtime and see how they feel about it. Dan likes it though, and he is also a writer so I trust him to be honest.

I should probably get dressed and start the day.

Also I have a Vlog to edit after the gym this afternoon so keep your eyes peeled.

Don’t tread on the flowers,

F x


lyons ice cream

I Hate First Drafts.

IMG_2975First drafts of everything suck. It’s the law. They have to suck. And reading over what I wrote the other day as I type it up makes me cringe. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve done this I still feel really rubbish whenever I try and edit a first draft.

My friend Shannon wrote a musical for her dissertation recently and she had “The first draft of everything is shit” written on a big piece of paper above her work space. Why is this such a universal thing?

I reckon it’s to stop people who aren’t serious about it. Especially creative stuff. If you’re not ready to take that honkin’ pile of toilet fodder and make it less and less disgusting, you won’t do it. And that’s fine.

And to be quite honest I’ve had to stop for the day before it ruined my mood. I’m not ready to ruin this treatment with my crap actual writing just yet. I’ll carry on tomorrow, and because I’m not working I might go and find a nice coffee shop somewhere and spend the remainder of my allocated spending money (yes, I give myself an allowance because I am both responsible and completely irresponsible with money), on coffee. And I’m not going to the gym tomorrow because guess who overworked themselves today then forgot to stretch? That’d be me. Typing hurts.

On the plus side I could get very used to this working from home stuff. I know it’s for my course and I still have to go to my actual job but it’s not the same when I’m doing sixteen hours and then writing the rest of the time at home (or wherever I feel like writing). And I’ve got some new housewifey friends at the gym. I say friends, I mean this term totally loosely, where we share small talk before I jump onto the thing I was waiting for.

Also weirdly enough there are so many guys that go to the gym during the weekday. They’re probably doing similar things to me, service industry jobs that mean their weekends are the opposite of you people’s weekends, so they have time off in the week. By why so many?? Crazy. I’ve gone off topic.

I’m a third of the way through typing up ‘Fog’ and because it’s such a ballache I feel like I’m falling behind with my work. But it’s cool. It’s not like it’s anything important – OH WAIT.

But seriously I need to be so much more disciplined. I’ve also let my bullet journalling slide which is probably my problem. We all know I live and breathe because of that thing. I might spend some time after work tonight getting organised.

I’ve also just remembered I need to do my task for the John Yorke stuff tomorrow, in time for Wednesday. Oh tomorrow is going to be a long day of creative writing! And that isn’t a bad thing.

Anyway I have to go have dinner and then head to work.

Don’t tread on the flowers
F x

I Got Sunburnt Today.

I’m tired and it’s late so this is a really super duper quick update but I went to the beach today and I finished the first draft of ‘Fog, Dog and a Skippers Log’! I also got sunburnt and now my shower is broken again (because it’s a student house, and a crap one at that) So it’s either scalding hot (I have actually had a serious burn before) or freezing headache-inducing cold. And because I’m tired and sunburnt and drained from writing so much today I am now incredibly grumpy with gross beach hair.

But I finished a draft and that’s a positive. Optimism is key.

Gwelly time.
Don’t tread on the flowers

F x

I Started Writing.

Hi Everyone!

So I started writing a first draft of ‘Fog…’ last night. Got about three pages done, only seven more to go. I am going kayaking later but I think I can get a bit more done before Rosie arrives. If not then I’ve got this evening. I also really should start reading more for the essay but I just don’t feel like sitting inside reading when the weather is this lovely. I could take a book to the beach I suppose but I like to do more than just sitting around. I’d rather walk. I could read essay books before bed (seeing as how it’s more writers talking about writing), I don’t know. I’ll make time somewhere in my schedule.

I saw something really interesting on pinterest that I think really applies to me and my own process. It was a text post that said when re-drafting, instead of going through and editing it’s better to rewrite because it makes the changes you need to make go deeper and the story ultimately gets better as you go along. I think this is why I find handwriting the first draft so helpful. Also it means I don’t have to drag my laptop around. But writing it by hand means I can ramble on and make mistakes and also, once it’s typed up properly (and backed up a million times) I can burn the original so no one has to see the absolute trash I produced. Although I’m too sentimental when it comes to my first drafts and I will never actually burn them. I have boxes full of first drafts that I’ve kept with me, some since I was about twelve. Ridiculous because I’m not like it with anything else – I am an anti-hoarder.

With this draft I want to get it finished by tomorrow evening, then I can spend Sunday after work (I finish at 4) doing the tasks for the John Yorke Course. Then maybe I’ll be able to write the second short over the next week. I think that one will take a bit longer, it’s more complicated and has so far taken a lot more work than this one. I just hope that even though I am finding this one quite easy I can still do it justice. I think this one just needs to get done and typed up, and then it can ‘rest’ for a bit while I get the other first drafts done. I think this one will all come out in the editing and peer reviewing.

I also had an idea for another short last week that I forgot about until I found my notes on it in my bag. This is the thing about having taken a year off of writing completely, as soon as I take it up seriously again I get idea’s literally all the time. Ordinarily I would just spend a day or two writing as much as I could on the idea until I sort of got it out of my system but I don’t really have time for that with such a tight deadline, that is now only two months away. If I start worrying about that I will never get anything done and panic will set in so I’m just pretending right now that there is no deadline and that I’m doing this for myself. Yay for denial!

Well I need to crack on, got loads to do now.

Don’t tread on the flowers,
F x

Just A Quick Hello

First vlog/blog posts are always awkward, I find. Bare with me rambling on.

Hi I’m Froshie and this is my blog to go with my vlog which is all about creative writing. Screenwriting in particular! As you will see in the ‘About Me’ section of my page I have started this particular blog up in order to help document my processes for the last stage of my Masters degree: A screenwriting portfolio.

For this I am writing:

One feature: Our Perennials (WT) – Marigold spends her days gardening for a sweet old couple, Lavender and Garnet, and her evenings taking care of her sister. When Lavender’s terminal illness takes a turn for the worst, Marigold has to deal with Andrew, Lavender’s fat, lazy, grumpy son who moves in to ‘help’ his dad. When her alcoholic mother returns from the dead, her family secrets become harder to hide from her employers, but they have secrets of their own.

Short #1: If A Tree Falls (WT) – A young girl makes a den in the woods and using some of her mums ashes in an attempt to grow an oak tree, but when a group of older kids discover her den, they have other idea’s.

Short #2: Fog, A Dog, And A Skippers Log (WT) – Robert and his little dog take his best friends ashes for one last fishing trip, but when danger strikes, can he learn to let go?

I am also writing an essay hence this blog. It makes life much easier when it comes to writing it when I have a whole back log of daily (I’m thinking optimistically here) blog posts to reflect on.

I am also doing the ‘Story for Screen’ online course by John Yorke. And this week we are learning how to write prĂ©cis’. Week two and already it’s really helping – and I’m not just saying that, I’m normally not very good with these sort of structured writing things but it is helping me to think more deeply about my own work before I get to the actual writing. Which I need to do, especially now that the treatments and character bio’s are finished. I should probably email them to my tutor, actually.

Anyway I am going to have dinner because I don’t think there is anything else to say today.

Don’t tread on the flowers,
F x