"Unfortunately"

Well, at least I won't have to make a trek over to Derby, or wherever the hell it was, this December.

So this theatre group rejected the short play that I sweated over for at least two weeks during the rainy summer. Suppose I should have made the second act less boringy or something. Who knows what these people want?

Rejection letters. Strange how the word "unfortunately" leaps out at you from the second sentence in, like they've done some subliminal highlighting effect on it, invisible to the naked eye. Or maybe it's just that I've become adept at spotting it instantly. And once you've seen the word, the rest of the letter is redundant. Really, all they need to write is:

Dear David,

Thank you for your...
Unfortunately...


Best wishes


(yeah, "best wishes")

Anyway, I'm working on a rewrite of a horror film script at the moment. And by "working" I mean "sitting at my desk, hands poised over the keyboard, chewing my lip and wondering what to write". It passes the time. It's looking good though.