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Leave it Scott, just leave it!

Online conversation I nearly had today but didn’t quite, because, well, life’s too short. In fact, I spent years having variations of this conversation on Compuserve, Usenet, eGroups, Yahoogroups, Listserves et al. I achieved nothing, but somehow I’m still occasionally amazed by people who are still randomly either rude or stupid. Or both. I try very hard NOT to have this conversation on Twitter or Facebook but sometimes it requires enormous willpower. Friend: I really like this TV show. Me: I think the latest season of that TV show is the best. Friend of a friend: How can you say that the latest season was the best? It was dreadful. Me: Gosh, I guess I can say it because I have a different opinion to you. The clue was in the ‘I think’ bit, which indicated I was stating an opinion. Since you, however, omitted this clause I surmise that you are stating Absolute Truth. Which is a huge relief to me. I’ve always wondered where and how Absolute Truth is generated and now I know it’s IN YOUR BRAIN! Thanks. So now we’ve established that, some help please with a few things that have been REALLY bugging me – how should I vote? Who was the sexiest member of Abba? Which is better, Coke or Pepsi? I await The Truth with bated...

Scott’s 2012 state of the union

So, 2012, we meet at last! Let’s recap… I started 2010 by finishing off my Highlander scripts, then spent four months writing Childrens’ Crusade. In the second half of 2010 I spent four months working VERY hard on a screenplay which I entered in the Red Planet Prize – when it didn’t even make it past the first round, I must admit I was pretty gutted and it took the wind out of my writing sails somewhat. I hadn’t expected to win, but to not even get past the first round really surprised me. Oh, hubris! I started 2011 in a bit of a slump without a book deal lined up – in fact, without any commissions at all in the bank. My plan was to write a book off my own bat and shop it around. I made a fair start but then life got in the way – job changes, an unexpected house move which was very stressful indeed, illness, a prolonged and pretty crippling bout of depression – it was all a bit of a jumble. Then the second writing-related gut punch came in 2011 when, despite absolutely rave reviews from all quarters, the Highlander box set failed to find enough of an audience to guarantee another series. Oh, I had SUCH plans! I began to think that maybe I wasn’t really a writer at all, merely ‘that guy who wrote some stuff once’, which is a very different thing. Sometime in July I decided to stop writing for a while and concentrate on getting my life in order and getting well. It was the right...

A Scott by any other name

I was christened Scott Keegan Andrews. My middle name was chosen with care. It means ‘son of the little poet’ apparently, and since my dad’s a songwriter he deemed it appropriate. I think it’s kind of neat. However, the Keegan was a bone of some contention at school, as everyone who discovered it henceforth called me Kevin. This annoyed me*, so I kept it quiet. Unfortunately, as the whole world has piled online I’ve found that Scott Andrewses are ten-a-penny. My issues with my email address – which receives at least one misdirected missive for another Scott Andrews a week – alerted me to this problem. By the time I decided to unify my online identity, I simply couldn’t be Scott Andrews – they were all taken. So my Twitter, blog, Facebook, Goodreads, Soundcloud and even my LinkedIn presences now all proclaim me Scott K. Andrews. And in the interests of making me findable that is, as of today, my official pen name, kind of like Philip K. Dick or Iain M. Banks**. The new regime will begin imminently, with a short story coming out next month (yet to be announced – stay tuned!) Following that, everything I publish will have added K. I will even use my super powers to rewrite the past – the omnibus edition of my Abaddon trilogy will have the K, whereas the originals didn’t. So there you have it. Scott Andrews is dead, long live Scott (K.) Andrews! * Understatement. ** But not...

State of play – 16 August 2011

New and imminent Bad Haven talk to me about stuff, including my involvement with the film of School’s Out. Mass Movement Magazine review Highlander: The Four Horsemen “Moran and Andrews have taken show favourites and crafted incredible tales that carry the legacy of the show to new realms.” I have a long memoir in the second issue of the amazing Vworp Vworp. It’s all about growing up as a reader of Doctor Who Weekly / Monthly / Magazine and it’s illustrated by the brilliant Leighton Noyes (who was sweet enough to send me his original illustrations to adorn the walls of my new house). I must admit to being quite awfully pleased with the piece in question (Hubris? Moi?) and I urge you to pre-order issue two right now. In progress Finessing the dialogue, mission briefs and cut scenes for this: Writing up my notes on the first draft of the screenplay based on School’s Out Trying to come up with a good short story for an anthology that asked me contribute – two weeks left and I have an inkling of a piece, but am wrestling with whether it’s too dark for me to put out there, or whether I can even pull it off… Pitching an audio drama for my fave franchise – my first pitch was rejected, but the door’s still open (I think/hope/pray) Plus, you know, buying my first house, working 9-5, raising two kids, all that jazz. All of which may explain why I’m so puffed out that the new novel remains stalled at 20,000 words – for now. Fret not, it will get done. Next...

A cautionary tale for writers

or ‘Why I spent ten years being pointlessly annoyed at Neil Gaiman when I should have been doing something useful instead’ Way back when, I was an aspiring comic book writer living in Toronto. I used to hang out with talented and successful people like Salgood Sam and Ty Templeton, and I spent my every spare minute planning huge 100 issue comic book arcs, pitching for this that and the other, and writing spec scripts. Those were heady days. After one comic con I found myself sat between Alex Ross and Ty, opposite Jill Thompson and Mike Mignola, nattering about obscure English comedy records and “Bal-Ham, gateway to the South!” I felt comfortable and at home, and a little over-awed. I was briefly on nodding terms with a few superstars of the genre, so it was surely only a matter of time before I got my big break and joined the gang proper. Surely. I was cocky, too. I used to cold call editors and pitch storylines to them down the phone. You’d be amazed how successful this approach was. Well, I say ‘successful’, I had some very nice conversations and never got hung up on, which has got to be good, right…? So anyway, I heard that Sandman, Neil Gaiman’s magnum opus, was coming to an end, but a spin off book, The Dreaming, was in the works. This would feature multi-story arcs by different teams, all set in the Sandman universe. This was a perfect thing for me to pitch to. I decided to eschew the simple method of writing down a proposal and posting it, instead I cold called the editor...