Rejection is just the Next Challenge

It’s Official: The National Film and Television School don’t want this Guy

Not this year, anyway.

So, I know what some people might think; it’s the death of hope! That’s screenwriting off the table for him, back to normality with the rest of us, he’ll stop living the pipe-dream.

Despite starting on the best foot with the rejection letter (I scanned the email, shrugged, laughed it off, and went down the pub) if I’m honest, it’s all crossed my mind. The standard negative thoughts you’ll find bouncing around any artistic’s brain – I touched on it in a previous Blog post: that we are our own worst enemies – but with some positive thinking and forcing myself to look on the sunny side, I’ve rallied back to the notion that this is not the end. One of the most documented facts about the entertainment industry (in that I include literature, art and all associated divisions thereof) is that rejection is simply a universal truth. We will all come across it in some form or another – the monster leering up from the lagoon – and the absence thereof is not an indicator of success. Quite the opposite, it is how we overcome and handle rejection which really sets folks apart.

In the past, I’ve heard so many lecturers, professionals and peers discuss their own experiences of rejection, but it always seemed so distant – like that was something that was their experience, so far away from my own. In recent days, it’s become a much more stark reality of my life. I send job applications out often for feature films and tv and hear nary a squeak back almost 9 in 10 times. Probably more. In romance I am forever hitting brick walls – as that angsty passive-aggressive post may have thrown into ugly light – but it doesn’t stop me from keeping my eye out for that one golden moment when I might strike gold when I’m least expecting it. I’m currently trying to convince the landlord of a beautiful flat in my area that he needs to make the flat multiple occupancy so that some friends and I can move in, but he seems immovable on the matter. More and more I come across situations where it seems as if the world is stacked against me.

But a defeatist attitude will take me nowhere. Someone once said (before it was co-opted by the film ‘Van Wilder: Party Liason‘) that “worrying is like a rocking chair: it gives you something to do but gets you nowhere.” I find those words truer and truer every day. Why worry about the things you can’t change? Why not do your damnedest to change them, in spite of everyone telling you it’s not possible?

So that’s what I’m resolved to do. Rejection from the NFTS? Fuck them, I’m going to keep practicing, honing my skill, and apply again next year, if I’m not able to submit a script elsewhere before then. Rejection from prospective lovers? Fuck them, I’ve got bigger things to focus my mind on. Rejection from estate agents? Fuck them,  plenty more flats in the sea.

Moral of this story? If someone tells you no, then fuck them, and do it anyway.

[Notable exclusions to this rule being those reactions that verge on the illegal/immoral/insane. You probably can’t fly unaided from a building top, or suddenly become Scarface. And if she tells you no, then NO MEANS FUCKING NO.]

Ashes to Ashes

On Monday, about 10:30am, I lost a loyal friend to the dark.

It wasn’t unexpected, we all saw it coming, but as with every foreseen wound, it was only marginally less grievous because we were prepared.

Jack, the Border Terrier featured above, had been with my family for near enough 13 years (a figure which clearly proved as unlucky as its legend) and has been a shining light of love and happiness throughout. His incessant licking (trust me, we tried our best to train him out of it) welcomed each and every guest to our home, even if they didn’t want it. I remember him as a puppy, curled up asleep in my arms, and recall how his personality grew to mirror my own (or, more accurately, an amalgam of my family).  Even when he would casually ignore a command and trot off in the opposite direction, it was hard to stay angry with the little guy.

In recent months, Jack’s light has been going out.

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Love in the Time of Drama

ROMANCE IS DEAD, LONG LIVE ROMANCE

I don’t know where in life you are. Perhaps you’re married with kids, perhaps you’re cohabiting with a significant other, perhaps you’re not interested in that, perhaps you like your darkened rooms and clown porn, I don’t judge!

Personally, I’m navigating this minefield we call dating in the information age. It’s a subject I’ve avoided talking about on this platform until this juncture because I have so many conflicting feelings about the whole deal, but i’m going to do my best to put across my points without going full rant – in support of that I’ve actually written and edited this in advance. Let’s set the scene:

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Grand New Day

I’ve been quiet for a while, something I started out as keen to avoid but circumstances have demanded my attention.

Work has been stacking up. It’s great news for my career in the Location Department, and might herald the beginning of an age of prosperity for me, though I’m trying not to get too excited too quickly. I have a habit of getting ahead of myself. Anyway. Although my time is currently sucked up by long shifts on a major feature film, I plan to be starting new short scripts soon. The deadline for my scholarship submissions is fast approaching and I want to make sure I’ve got enough material online for that, let’s all hope that the moderators take these little diary posts in the right spirit! Fingers crossed.

I’ll also be adding some more soapbox posts on a few topics which have been bouncing around my brain in recent days. In many ways the writing of it will clear my head, so I’m looking forward to some uncluttered thinking, even if it doesn’t last very long: occupational hazard!

Here in sunny southern England, we’ve been enjoying some stunning summer weather. Wherever you might be, whomever you’re with and whatever you’re doing at the time, I hope that the sunshine finds you too and gives you that inner warmth to conquer.

(Oh that dramatic flair leaves a sickly sweet taste – Guy, it’s time to sign off)

Lots of love, all.

Censorship

Much like ‘Evian,’ Free Speech is 98% Filtered.

So, Freedom of Speech. It’s a funny concept. The idea that you can mouth off all you like and some part of it won’t come back to bite you in the backside. I’ve known many people to embrace this wholeheartedly, right up to the moment when I’m sighing and shaking my head and trying desperately to distance myself from the unstoppable, hysterical levels of bullshit which is falling, uninterrupted from their mouths. It’s totally fine, in my mind, to have challenge the views of society or normality, but you don’t have to force your views down the throats of others – I think I touched on that on my little Opinion Piece regarding religion.

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Belief

Faith Can Move Mountains

I should preface this by saying that I am not a religious man. Not in the conventional sense, anyhow, and, with that in mind, please bear with me for the following spiel.

I recently was working nights and found myself in Central London, standing on a street corner in the cold and speaking with a security guard with whom I’ve worked before. For the three or four hours we were standing there, conversation breached many topics as we passed the time. We spoke ironically about ‘the Youth of today,’ we talked about jobs and relationships and how to balance the two, we talked about the imminent threat of nuclear war and how stepping into the road as early as tomorrow could equally mean the death of someone, but it is our final topic that really got me thinking and has prompted this ‘naked thought’ to you, my invisible audience.

Religion.

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Intelligent Property

(Yeah, I know it’s ‘Intellectual Property,’ try and follow me anyway)

So, obviously, I’m really glad that I’ve broken through this barrier and have started uploading things to the internet. It’s a great platform to have access to and I can start getting my work out there, and this and that and the other. There’s a lot of good things that are gradually revealing themselves to me as a result of starting this website – the main one being that people are liking my shit! It’s a wonder to me, I mean: don’t stop, by all means, but also: stooooop! Ha! How confusing. I was quite happy standing on this metaphorical soap box thinking that no-one was listening to my nonsense, but now that I know people are paying attention… jeez, put the pressure on.

Anyway, I digress.

It’s great that folks are looking at my scribbles, but the topic of intellectual property has been brought to the forefront of my mind as a result.

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