Have you seen this? Reportedly 10% of Britons dream about being a writer, according to a new YouGov survey. That makes writing the most longed-for job in the UK, but what do you think is the second most popular?

So I’m thinking that I gave you the impression I’m rubbish at interviews, is that right? Given that you know the truth is always going to be somewhere in between, may I offer some anecdote about when I’ve been good at the job?

Because I actually am – or at least I am enough times that I can vividly see when I am not. Obviously I’m thinking primarily about work but something I’m also proud of in everyday life is that I am often able to see and to ask that certain right question. The question that nobody else has thought of and yet which the moment I’ve asked it, becomes the question everybody should’ve asked. That’s an amazing feeling.

I get it a lot with my family, too. It’s terribly gratifying to derail an entire conversation with one innocent little question that re-paints the whole topic. As you can imagine, it’s only me who finds it fun, but there you go, you have to take what you fun you can.

And there is one situation I want to tell you about where I believe I did this but practically nobody else in the room did.

I say room, it was really a ward: I was at a press event once for the start of Holby City and we were in the fictional hospital’s wards. (It’s filmed in Elstree in a tower block that still holds EastEnders production offices and once housed the Top of the Pops ones. In fact, I’m almost certain it was the TOTP floor that was given over to Holby City. Gutted out, reworked with hospital gear, it’s vastly more substantial than any studio set might be and because it’s all around you, you start believing you’re in a ward. It’s many years since I was there but I was talking to an actor doing a regular guest spot recently and she said it’s still precisely as odd when you get in the lift in a BBC reception and get out in hospital.)

So anyway, I think I was there representing BBC News Online, maybe BBC Ceefax, and there may have been a dozen more journalists with me. All or most from newspapers. And after a presentation of an episode or various clips, we got an en masse interview with some of the main cast. They’d sit in front of us, we’d sit in a semi-circle and ask our questions one by one.

George Irving was playing Anton Meyer at the time; he played him well and I have a lot of time for the guy but the quickest way to remind you who the character was is to say he’s the typical gruff, unpleasant but brilliant surgeon.

You’ve heard actors say that interviews are just another performance, I’m sure, but with my position somewhere in the middle of the row of journalists, I had plenty of time to watch him act. And he did. Because he played a surgeon, he was asked if he’d ever wanted to be one. Had he learnt any medicine working on the show. Did he see any real operations. There was doubtlessly one about his love life but I can’t even make one of those up.

He answered everything graciously, smoothly, giving every appearance of being full engaged with the journalist. But from where I sat, way over here, I believed I could see he wasn’t. Don’t misunderstand: he wasn’t any inch less than professional, friendly, serious, but these were truly trivial questions that you or I could’ve made up answers to, let alone an actor who’d already gone through similar press events there earlier that same day.

And then it came to me.

I asked him about the way his character was always the scowling, sullen, brooding type: would it be difficult to keep that rigid persona interesting over a long run?

You can guess the answer and all I can really remember is that he gave a good one but what was great was seeing this man’s mind switch back on: he was snapped out of the routine answer and into actually thinking about what I’d asked, it was tremendous. And then snapped back into routine by the fella next to me.

That’s it. I just remembered that today and wanted to share. Incidentally, Angela Griffin was interviewed at that time and every question was about some boyfriend or romance or something. I talked to her afterwards and said that I hoped she has a happy lovelife but that I’d manage to make it through another day without knowing anything about it. I remember her nodding vigorously and appearing to look forward to what intelligent questions I would have for her.

I can’t win ’em all.

William

Right then, that’s my Red Planet ten pages written. How’re you doing with yours?

I’ve also just written up my next Radio 4 proposal. Twice a year, by long tradition, I pitch something to Radio 4 and they turn it down. They like to kid. And while I’m not trying to knock my chances, straight statistics are against me and if I didn’t love Radio 4 so much I’d look for an easier life.

But there is an unpalatable fact, or at least there has been for me, in these offers rounds. I can’t remember how many I’ve been through, I could tell you a couple of horror stories along the way, but each time you do have to come up with something new. Many, many Radio 4 producers tell me this isn’t true: they’ve often liked an idea of mine enough that they’ve recommended putting it up the next time. But if you’re in this position, don’t waste your shot: no matter how much the producers mean that today, when the next round comes by, your once-failed piece will be up against brand-new, exciting offers and there will be an inescapable whiff of staleness about yours.

I’m not saying you should abandon an idea forever; there’s one I swear to you is not only good, not only perfect Radio 4, but also impossible to do anywhere in the world except on BBC Radio 4. My producer on that one still speaks fondly of it and has faith it will get somewhere. Sometime.

But actually, none of the ideas I’ve ever put forward are that bad. Usually I hate something the second I’ve entered it, and certainly when it’s been rejected. And yet unless I’m mentally blocking out the worst ones, which is far from impossible, then a quick mental flick through the back catalogue is quite encouraging. Plenty of things I wouldn’t do the same way now, lots of topical stuff that wouldn’t fly today at all, but good and smart ideas.

And that’s the unpalatable bit. Many times I honestly think R4 should’ve gone for a piece of mine – I did get a message back from an editor once saying that she regretted not commissioning me – but each time they reject you the pressure mounts to do better next time. And each idea I pitch is genuinely better than the last.

So I’ve been in a strop the last month or two, prevaricating over Red Planet, fretting over a book, worrying that I can’t cap the R4 idea I tried last time.

But I think I have. It’s actually far too early to say that, I’ve just written a one-page pitch and not a single page of script. But I can hear that script in my head and in reaching to do better, stronger, deeper, I have just ended up with a paragraph that chokes me.

Of course you might read it and only be able to smile politely while backing away, but I’ve never before gone for choking and it feels like when I move up a level in Scrabble on my Mac. Harder to win, yes, but the easier levels have irrevocably lost their appeal.

I cannot decide if this is a good or bad thing.

William

I miss ’em. Yellow chinagraph pencil in your teeth, offcuts of tape round your neck, and the total certainty that there is a wonderful edit in your hands if only you could find it.

Computers have ruined handicrafts, haven’t they?

But may I boast at you about something? I can boast because it’s not remotely important but I think it works so sweetly. And it’s this: at 4’37” into this week’s UK DVD Review podcast there’s a clip that segues between two totally unrelated films that, for just a moment, you’ll think were made for each other.

And, sorry, that link goes to my website’s podcast page rather than directly to the audio because I also want you to see the photograph. It has no connection to anything, but I like it. Central Park, New York City, 2005.

Still got Suzanne Vega thumping away in my head,
William

I need your help: I’ve either discovered a stunning secret to writing or I’m Joe 90.

Any chance you find this yourself? Do you absorb things, do you for instance write better dialogue immediately after watching The West Wing? Or better gags, better pacing rhythm after a Sports Night? And do you growl at people in lazy Klingon after Star Trek?

I’m almost serious. On the one hand I find it very hard to read fiction when I’m writing my own prose yet on the other I really can come away from something fired up. I’ve been doing the reading-ten-pages business, the suggestion that in preparation for entering the Red Planet contest you read the first ten pages of scripts you like and it happened that the one I looked at earlier tonight was The Bourne Identity by Tony Gilroy. Couldn’t help myself, though, I watched the film again.

Had a long day, had a long week, but was sufficiently fired up by it to come back to the keys now.

‘Course, the intent of writing up this scene that’s been floating around my noggin’ for a week has rather fallen by the wayside because I’m talking with you so I’d best go do that. But if I am an empty vessel that absorbs and moulds itself to the shape of anything I’ve just watched, I should do myself a showreel tape of the best things I can find. And play it a lot.

Just a thought.

Well, not just a thought, also a prevarication. Did I mention that I bought the Suzanne Vega album? Played it through twice without it making a single dent in my head – until a couple of days later when I realised I was humming half the tracks on it. Have since looped it incessantly on my iPod and am adoring it to the point of hating it.

Sometimes I think it’s tiresome, even depressing, that the things I do to relax I can never relax to because I’m too aware of just how hard they were to make. But let’s just crank up iTunes as high as it’ll go, switch to my “Loud” playlist and get back to writing to the beat. Here come the drums, and all that.

William

May I show you something? This came up in a discussion I was having about newspapers: it’s a quote from the book Yes, Prime Minister – The Diaries of the Right Hon. James Hacker by Jonathan Lynn and Antony Jay. It’d be quick to say this is the novelisation of the TV series but that hides the fact that that books are excellent political satire all by themselves.

But you know the characters from the TV show. So in A Conflict of Interest, Prime Minister Hacker is nervous about how the press will report the latest debacle and Sir Humphrey thinks this is trivial:

“Humphrey knows nothing about newspapers. He’s a Civil Servant. I’m a politician, I know all about them. I have to. They can make or break me. I know exactly who reads them. The Times is read by the people who run the country. The Daily Mirror is read by the people who think they run the country. The Guardian is read by people who think they ought to run the country. The Morning Star is read by the people who think the country should be run by another country.

“The Independent is read by people who don’t know who runs the country but are sure they’re doing it wrong. The Financial Times is read by the people who own the country. The Daily Express is read by the people who think the country ought to be run as it used to be run. The Daily Telegraph is read by people who still think it is their country. And the Sun’s readers don’t care who runs the country providing she has big tits.”

William

I’ve had trouble describing this blog to people – and they’ve had no problem at all describing it back. I suppose I asked for that. But seemingly I crave order in my life so can I explain what this has become so you know what to expect? It was supposed to support my local podcast, UK DVD Review, but that never happens because the show’s doing so well without my yapping.

So it has become a mishmash and while I like that I can talk to you about anything, and I say again that you have that kind of face, you just make me open up, I’m firmly setting out my stall now. I do journalism, criticism, photography and radio work for a living; I’m trying to do more of each of these and also very firmly to build on the stage writing success to do more scripting. So this blog is going to be about journalism, criticism, photography, radio, scriptwriting. This doesn’t clear much up for you, but I feel I understand me better now.

And so can, hopefully usefully, immediately give you directions to somewhere else. Have a look at this New York Times article, published today, about Fade In magazine’s pitching session. Pay your money and you get to pitch to the great and the good, or at least the assistants of the great and the good. NYT paints it as hell on Earth, for both sides, but there’s enough positive about it and also the practical sense that you may pitch badly today but this will help you pitch better tomorrow.

It’s possible that you may have to register with New York Times to read the piece.

William

ITV1’s forthcoming drama, Rock Rivals, will feature an ending chosen by public vote: it’s Strictly Come Drama Idol Academy by Shed Productions, maker of Footballers’ Wives and more. There’s more about it on BBC News Online where, incidentally, you will see that NOL’s picture budget isn’t what it was: they have a shot of star Michelle Collins, but it’s a library one of her with a Dalek.

Anyway, I’d like now to do the Critic’s Trick.

It goes thisaway. I haven’t seen a single frame, I haven’t read the script, I don’t know the story, and still I’m going to say to you that both endings will be poor. Or, put it another way, neither will work.

You can call this harsh and I wouldn’t disagree. But don’t think it’s anything against Shed. As it happens, I don’t believe there’s been a Shed show that grabbed me but I think that’s just chance: I like the firm’s chutzpah and the lick it has to its writing. I hope Rock Rivals works. You always want a new drama to work. I just don’t think this one will.

And this is why. The two endings.

This is always presented as an exciting new idea, every time it loops around, but it’s predicated on the assumption that you can have two endings. That the ending is a module you buy in later. Instead, I’m pretty sure you’ll agree, the ending is part of the whole: a story, even the most formulaic and predictable, is an organic piece that is building to its ending. Just look at that word: predictable. Even though you might not want a piece to be predictable, part of the reason that it becomes so is that every inch of the tale is pointing in one way.

When a story has enormous shocks along the way, they are usually very effective but they only stay with you, they only truly work when in retrospect they’re no surprise at all. I think of this like rubbing your hand over a piece of wood: go one way, against the grain, and you’re getting shards of wood cutting in to you, drawing blood, and yet rub your hand back the other way and it’s perfectly smooth. Just blood-stained.

So if you build a piece in order to drop in one of a number of endings, either the story doesn’t naturally point to that ending or it does point to the moment before the change. It’s common to see the penultimate episode of a series being the very best one, just because endings are so tough, but abdicating the ending feels like giving up before you start.

Or how about an example? There was a recent episode of Lewis where I happen to know the ending was changed very late in they day; ITV wanted another twist before the last commercial break or something. I’m not sure what, really, but I know it was changed and when you watch it I swear you can tell the point when it switches tracks.

Two weeks ago I’d have harrumphed now and gone back to work with a so-there. But while I feel as strongly as I ever did about this insert-ending-here approach, I do now have an example that at least suggests I’m wrong. So I’d best tell you, hadn’t I?

What if a show could legitimately build to two endings, simultaneously? Whichever was aired, we’d feel the absence of one of them but at least the one that was shown would work. I’m not convinced it’s at all possible, but hold that thought. Now, what if a show’s ending changed not only what you thought of its beginning but really changed the beginning? If a late decision coloured the start of a story in a way you didn’t expect and the makers didn’t intend?

It’s happened with Doctor Who. Forgive me if you haven’t seen the end of the latest series, and if you need to look away now just promise me you’ll agree I’ve made a great point. Toward the end of the final episode, we learn that Captain Jack Harkness is the Face of Boe.

I found that inexpressibly sad. I don’t know why: I liked Boe, I like Jack, I was just deeply saddened. And by chance, I caught an earlier episode on UKTV Gold the other day, the episode in which we first see Boe. He’s just a figure in the background, he’s really almost a joke: he enters with a parade of other startling aliens.

And all I could think of throughout the episode was how the Face of Boe must feel, seeing the Doctor and Rose.

It really made the episode better, but I know the Boe/Jack idea wasn’t in place until a little later.

So maybe you can twist a beginning by changing the end. But I’ll still bet money that Rock Rivals won’t work.