It’s already been a week since the fantastic London Screenwriters Festival 2014, but after this week back in the “real life” of job and family I can still feel that faint but insistent feeling that something in me, something in the way I see myself as a writer and want to see my writing produced in some form or another, has changed.
I no longer think “big (and therefore unlikely)” but “small is possible”. Let me explain.
I love big ideas. Big stories. High concept and all that. Which is what many of my stories are, either set in 15th century Venice or in the future, rarely something below let’s-change-history / save-the-planet level. I have always admired small or intimate films, but I never thought I could write those stories. And that’s what seems to have changed.
Wherever I looked and listened during these three mad and inspiring days at Regent’s College, I got a sense of “I can”. Certainly in Chris Jones’ “Ignition” session and in general whenever he spoke. But also in many conversations with other writers – asking “so what do you do, have you got something produced?” and hearing of many small-scale successes. Just to quote one example, a guy I met in June during Pilar Alessandra’s “First Draft” workshop and who was really very much a noobie without a business card – now he has his own little production company (here’s looking at you, Kris Bealing J).
So many writers who pitched and got reading requests. So many writers who encouraged each other, who committed to goals. And somehow, that worked on me. I can’t put my finger on what has changed. I still love big stories, always will. But now I feel that small is possible. I look at my story ideas differently, trying to see how I can make them micro-budget and possibly even produce myself locally. I no longer dream of selling the blockbuster and telling myself it won’t happen. I dream of making my own films possible. And that feels good.
Thank you LSF. Thanks for the love and the inspiration.