Cutting Lines
I’ve wanted to be a writer for as long as I can recall. I wrote my first story aged five, about a battle between lions and tigers in the forests of Borneo. I even drew pictures. My first proper audience were the kids who came to see the nurse in my boarding school where my worked was pinned to the walls. I had drawn an epic thirty page ‘graphic novel’ about a man seeking treasure on a desert island whilst being hunted by a stranger. I was ten. To the right is how the island looked – and I stretched out a hunt and chase over 30 panels. The viewpoint not once changing. The nurse told me how often the kids laughed it hurt their sides, following this story. When I last spoke to a teacher from that school, ten years after I left, those panels were still on the nurse’s wall. I think I’m probably owned a mass of royalties by now. The scope I have now as a writer is huge. I can do literally anything in a script – go an...