Decisions, decsisions, decisions...

I can't believe that's it's almost three weeks since my last post, and I guess that shows just how intense these past few weeks have been for me. Reading, writing, and not getting enough sleep. I can't really say the pressure has taken me by surprise, because so far I've coped with it... in my own way.

Week six, and already the big decisions are looming up on the horizon. What option do I take when next term comes around? The choice is between the novel I've been working on all these years, and script writing.

As if things weren't already hard enough, I'm taking on an extra burden, a three day script writing workshop being run by the BBC. After the taster we had in the opening week I can hardly wait. I've even got a possible comedy sketch set up and ready to be worked on... 'A Day in the Life of Death.' I'll need to work on it a fair bit before the course begins, but hey, I'm here to work aren't I?

Okay, time to move on I guess, keep writing more, better. Before I go though, here's a picture that sums up for me what's so special about Falmouth. The lifeboat Richard Cox Scott...

Chris.