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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...

Stargate Atlantis: Impressions – script extract

This is the pre-titles sequence from my Stargate Atlantis audio play, Impressions, published here by kind permission of Big Finish Productions. More information about Stargate Atlantis: Impressions Order CD or download Stargate Atlantis: Impressions trailer by scottkandrews ACT 1 SCENE 1 Neutral, narrating space. LORNE: Light and shade. The dappled green of forest leaves. The splashes of white foam on dark grey seas. The pools of light that collect like water in the fissures of a rock face. Light and shade, colour and form; that’s how I try to see the world. The boundaries between one thing and another. The distinctions. Anybody who carries a gun in the name of peace needs to be comfortable with shades of grey. I live in no man’s land, surrounded by water and working under fire. Caught between extremes. This is what I try to capture in paint on canvas. It’s like trying to bottle lightning. But it helps. Interior, Lorne’s quarters, Atlantis. A window is open so we can hear both the hum of the city and the distant sound of waves lapping against the pier. Door chime. LORNE: Yes? Door opens. GLENNIE: Good morning, Major. May I come in? LORNE: I’m under arrest, I can hardly stop you, can I. GLENNIE: True enough, but it never hurts to be courteous. He enters, the door closes behind him. Dr David Glennie, pleased to meet you. May I sit? LORNE: [GRUNTS, NON-COMMITTAL] GLENNIE: So these are the famous paintings. They’re… remarkable. LORNE: I’ll take that as a compliment. GLENNIE: Oh, please do. Best I can manage is stick figures. My art teacher at school said I had two left...