I just called a company looking to get some feedback on my interview last week, mostly for my own entertainment more than anything else. It’s always intriguing to find out why people think you’re inadequate, and I’m bound to have supplied them with a boat load of reasons, so it’ll be fascinating to see which ones they’ve chosen. They were, unfortunately, not there at the moment (one person, not the entire company, they’re not all hiding from me I presume), however later I will endeavour to get this feedback. It is thus in the future. Hence it is… FEEDBACK TO THE FUTURE?
I’ll give you a second to just take that in, stitch your sides back together, massage your aching lungs etc. The feedback is quite high on my agenda of things to do today. I say agenda, it’s a list of things in my head. Two things. The other is just listed as ‘general writing’. For some reason, having been fixated on beef for ages (and the beef projects remain unfinished), I now want to write something about a tree, but I’m not sure why. I think I may be thinking of the film ‘My Neighbour Totoro’, which I’ve not actually seen, though I believe it may be about trees or something. I think I want to write My Neighbour Totoro, which will be somewhat problematic, given that it already exists. On the other hand, it would be a hell of a lot easier to just copy it out and claim it was my own than try and finish any of my current scripts, none of which will ever meet my bizarrely high standards. I’m starting to think that if I don’t believe they’re the best thing ever made, then they’re not good enough. If it’s not good enough to make people stand up and applaud after they’ve been on, then it’s a failure of sorts. I think my slight OCD is creeping into my work. Sometimes I have to scan back through the entire script to make sure that the characters have turned all the taps off and closed the front door, leading to somewhat catastrophic dialogue.
“We’ve got to save the princess! Come on, there’s no time to lose!”
“Alright, but one second, did we turn the taps off?”
“Yes! Now get in the damn car! Now!”
“I’m not convinced, I’m just going to go inside and check.”
[2 hours pass]
“Alright, they’re all off, and I’ve taken photos of them to remind myself. Let’s go.”
“The princess is dead!”
“Blimey… Did I shut the fridge door?”
It’s basically one big adventure in obsession. Nothing ever gets done because they’re all too busy standing about in the dark making sure that the hobs are off.
I intend to start more writing projects that I’ll never finish as well. I started writing a new ghost story yesterday, and that’ll hopefully be finished soon. They only used to take me about an hour to write, but it’s become somewhat more difficult after such a long time of having my mind on standby. One day though I intend to barge into Channel 4 with 100 scripts in a suitcase and release them into the wild. I’ll probably put some doves in the suitcase as well to make it a more spectacular experience when I finally do open it. Something like that anyway.
I’m going to call the company for feedback again now. They’d better not let me down.
