What the deuce...

Is it daytime already? I don't remember when I last slept. I think it was around February time, but I could be wrong.

So why the insomnia? That's an easy one; I've taken on WAY too much work.

I'm coming to the end of my time on Crimeville. The show has been a giggle from start to finish, so if that's anything to go by, the wrap party should be a blast. I'm not exactly sure when it'll air; I'm thinking maybe some time in the Autumn. The TV series will premiere in Denmark, so unless you have a satellite dish the size of Wales, I don't suppose you'll see it over here until some time next year. But the web series will go online a little earlier than that. But then, what the Hell do I know? I'm just the lead UK writer. Nobody tells me anything. But as soon as I hear something, I'll pin it up on the old blog-o-torium.

But that's not the only thing has been keeping me busy. The project where I'm lined up to be Exec Producer is still going ahead, although the process is turning out to be tortuously slow. It's at the contract stage. This is where I take a back seat and let my agent do the work. I don't like reading contracts; they make my brain melt and I start to weep uncontrollably.

The uber-exciting news is that I've just finished a feature film treatment for a big studio. I originally pitched the idea as a TV series, but it was immediately rejected. I was then thrown into the surreal situation of being asked if I'd be interested in turning it into a movie instead. It was the loudest gulp I'd ever made, which happened to coincide with the colour draining from my face. I had to think about it for all of 4 nanoseconds. The treatment is now sitting on somebody's desk (I'm hoping somebody important) and I have everything crossed.

I'm also working with a US producer developing another of my ideas into a series for one of the networks in Burbank and have been invited over there in June to attend some meetings. Just the very thought of it makes me soil myself! Still, I guess it's a learning curve. The thing that terrifies me more than anything is the flight over there. I hear from some that it's eleven hours; others, ten. Either way, it's going to make my earlier flight to Copenhagen look like spitting distance...

Now if I could invent some kind of instant teleporting device before June, problem solved...