The Coach

One of my favourite collaborators isn't an artist, photographer or fellow writer. He's very practical, logical sports coach, who also happens to be my amour (as in lover, not defensive shield). He doesn't get lost in the details or attached to any character or scene, he simply bulldozes his way into the heart of the problem #Coach #FTW. In a handful of stolen hours between my festive season responsibilities (opening champagne is a serious responsibility where I come from), I've been writing a short screenplay for a competition. The original idea met all the competition's criteria - most importantly, having an interesting female protagonist -  but the story evolved in the telling, and suddenly I had a great script without a meaty female lead. I've never had a story swallow my heroine whole. When the Coach pointed out - diplomatically - that I was still at my computer and wearing a beach sarong a mere 30 minutes before we were due to head out to dinner with...
Read More