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After spending the last six months or so hanging around the SS site and forum I thought I'd de-lurk, so-to-speak.
I'm an English citizen, now living in Christchurch, New Zealand. We are just entering summer now. The weather doesn't know it though...
Ah, now, a bit more about me. Forty-something graduate of Victoria University of Wellington (NZ) in 1997. Currently working as a liquor store Duty Manager full time. Have written first drafts of two features ("Sadie"; "Blood Ties of Dee") and one 44min episode for the latter - "Awake". Am currently working on an American drama feature. One day I hope to sell a script (or otherwise earn an income from them) - but I am not holding by breath for that to happen.
Just gotta keep on writing and hopefully my skill levels improve and that winning script will flow-out of me and gets successfuly pitched... Just last week I uploaded a copy of Sadie to SS. Waiting to see if it gets online. Would love to read people's comments. Even though it is only a rough first draft (you should have seen the original draft!) I sort of like it. I found it a useful exercise in learning formatting etc.
Cheers, that's all for now. David R. Noblet
Sadie : Sadie's life descends into a murderous hell. She's still not sure she did anything wrong. Dee Dee : When desperate love destroys her life, only friendship can save her. Or can it?
Sadie : Sadie's life descends into a murderous hell. She's still not sure she did anything wrong. Dee Dee : When desperate love destroys her life, only friendship can save her. Or can it?
Keep in mind that it's give and take here. The best way to get your stuff read it to read others and comment on it.
Good luck and have fun!
I can't live the buttoned-down life like you. I want it all. The dizzying highs, the terrifying lows, the creamy middles. Sure, I may offend some of the blue bloods with my cocky stride and musky odors. Oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called "city fathers," who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards and talk about what's to be done with this Homer Simpson?