My name is Guy.
(How very cliché)
At this entry-level point in my life, I am a Location Marshal in the Film Industry, and I have started this website as part of a (possibly misguided) attempt to throw myself into the creative side of said industry. For better or worse, I plan to make use of my compulsions: all my life I’ve been writing on one topic or another, and after years of denying it and pooh-poohing my own skills, I’ve decided to try my hand at this business of show.
I should preface all this by saying that I’ve been warned against it. Parents, friends, hell; even my own damn self, everyone’s pointed out that Film, for all its promise of glory, is a mirage filled with struggle for 99% of the poor saps who strike out for tinsel-town. Truth be told, this is why I began my Higher Education career in a small city in the North of England, studying Medical Product Design in the hopes of doing something that was sure to earn me money and have a positive impact on the world. Some time and wide-eyed fantasies later, I emerged with a BSc degree and a conviction that Medical Design was not for me, but the lessons I’ve learned both professional and social will serve me forever. However, it was at University that I started playing more with my Creative Writing, taking elective courses to which I probably gave too much of my focus, in retrospect.
I started writing at a young age, but I really remember taking it up in the wake of Fellowship Fever. As soon as I saw the Lord of the Rings, having been encouraged to read the entirety of the trilogy by my mother before I even set foot in the theatre, I was gripped by a love for Tolkien’s work. I couldn’t get enough. I read the Silmarillion in an absurdly short time and searched for anything else to satiate the craving: whereupon I discovered online roleplaying.
Truth be told, the stories the small community told had little to do with Tolkien and more acted to scratch an itch for imaginative expression which (I didn’t know at the time) had previously given life to the Dungeons and Dragons series. Looking back, I have little doubt that my characters were two-dimensional, gibbering facets of my unformed psyche at the time, but this nascent creativity stuck with me as I moved through the fandoms; to Star Wars and Marvel and DC. For a long time, I devoured so-called ‘nerdy’ pop culture, long before its emergence into mainstream consumption. It proved troublesome at school, where I was frequently at odds with the more active of my peers, but I persevered and, while grades may have suffered, my characters evolved to have conflicted, deep personalities mimicking the increasingly complicated literature offered to me by the British Public School system.
At University, I divested myself of the Roleplaying groups; it took too much time from my burgeoning social calendar as I found myself gravitating to like-minded individuals, the majority of whom I shall be proud to love until the day I die. In the absence of outlet, my mind became increasingly troubled with bouts of untreated depression, until I found a means of distraction: writing once more.
I became enamoured of an idea which was born in a hazy room in my first student flat, which drew upon my love of Tolkien’s world and the growing Game of Thrones Mania. A fantasy concept which grew and mutated and now covers half my bedroom in the form of scraps of half-finished ideas and post-its. First it was a novella, then a novel, then a trilogy, now a series; the world beneath the idea has become so vibrant in my mind that it is forever birthing new stories to tell or interesting characters. One day I shall distil the final product: but it is now a labour of love and not one I am willing to rush.
What did I do after that?…
Ah, I started working in a cocktail bar, and then a country pub.
My local boozer, the Waggon and Horses, gave me much to consider as with each beer pulled from the foaming taps, I would hear a new story or anecdote from my regulars which turned and twisted in my mind through those long shifts until I could see the characters in my mind’s eye.
Yet still, I did nothing to advance my ambition.
I left the pub finally, ostensibly to work on my writing, and fell into a somnambulant fugue during which I convinced myself of imagined productivity. It took hitting the bottom of my overdraft like a coked-up socialite on a shopping spree to wake me to the fact that I desperately needed a job. It came in the form of my good friend Illias, to whom I owe much of what has happened since, asking me to join the Location Department on ‘Tomb Raider (2018)‘ for a brief period at the end of their principal photography. A day and a night shoot on that and I was hooked.
Work since then has been sporadic at best and I’ve found myself see-sawing from paycheque to paycheque, trying to make the right contacts and ask the right questions and find the right luck in order to make some progress in show business. I’ve had the pleasure of working with some fantastic people, but despite my affinity for the work, my passion is still on the page and now I know how to follow it.
I’ve been working out how to write scripts since a few months after I started Marshalling. It’s been a slow process, and I am beginning to hate the sight of a freshly printed manuscript (okay, that’s a lie, it still gives me a little thrill), but gradually things are beginning to come together. Which finally brings us to the creation of this website and the inception of my writing career.
See how I call it a career, before I’ve even started properly: because I’ve learned there’s no point in allowing yourself to believe in the failure of a notion before you even start. I intend to chase this starry-eyed dream of mine until my metaphorical body can move no more.
And if it does crash and burn in a Hindenburg-style disaster, then at least I can say ‘I fucking tried.’