All the Coloured Lights

It all begins with an idea. This was mine.

Third year. The second aspect to our scriptwriting module. A tall building, each flat uniquely coloured with the LEDs that people had started to put up in their rooms. An idea, a wonder about who those individuals were. Each night when walking past it feeling a severe sense of sonder. And then, when I needed an idea for my script and couldn’t figure it out, when I was walking home past that building I realised: that’s it. That’s my script.

Please, let me know if you’d like to read it. It’s my baby, something that I should start submitting for a film grant. It is a tangle of stories that interconnect and wind away, something tangible yet not. It taught me how I write, how I connect characters to who they really are.