One Winter’s Evening

I never set out to write my own Christmas script. I’ve always been satisfied with just consuming as many movies in the holiday genre as I can every year. But Christmas 2024 was different.

The thought wouldn’t go away so I opened a word document and began writing a bullet pointed list of this particular story that had taken up camp in my mind like a fat Santa stuck in a chimney.

If this doesn’t exist, and it’s something I want to see, then other Christmas movie fans must want to see it too?

Oh! It’s that script I wrote before Christmas! I wonder if I still think it’s as good as I did when I first finished it.

The second draft was done. But this time I wasn’t content or fulfilled. This time I was fired up. This simply can’t be as far as this goes. It can’t stay as an icon on my laptop stuck in a cycle of being forgotten about then redrafted then forgotten about for all of eternity.

Waiting. Waiting for a response. Tick tock, tick tock. What to do? I opened up that spreadsheet I mentioned earlier, the one I had used to record all of the thoughts and ideas I’d been having during that time I was away from work. Reading through them gave me a new burst of creative energy. One in particular jumped out at me.

I have to write this.

I sat with my script and began my first readthrough before I had finished my first draft. I analysed the story and managed to isolate the boredom I was feeling. I was concentrating on the logistical elements of the story to the detriment of character development and emotional payoff.

But what about the pitch I sent for feedback, did I hear you ask? Oh yes. Well that ended up receiving some glowing feedback and what I thought would be a chance to hone my pitch writing abilities has since turned into a full script request from the person who read my pitch.