We were on the Andaman Islands, which are an insanely beautiful archipelago of islands situated between India and Thailand. While sitting outside my beach hut in a multicoloured sarong, I had the idea for the story. The Andaman is a remote place and there aren’t a lot of shops. The only notepads I could find were a Spongebob Squarepants design. So I bought them and, despite the strange looks I got on the beach, wrote Crack: it gives you wings.
Almost one year later I’m sleeping on my friend’s sitting room floor in Pilrig, the memories of India were being dissolved by the pain of the penniless existence I was living in Edinburgh. I couldn’t find a job (or I didn’t really look, I’m not sure). My friend was working in a sales office and every night berated me for not making more effort in the job market. It was at this lowly time that I decided all I wanted to do was write; and, as importantly to me, have someone read and enjoy my stories. After two weeks of rejection letters from various online magazines, short story websites and local magazines in Edinburgh, I received one of the most exciting emails of my life from a man by the name of Brendan Gisby; who we all know now as Mr Mcstoryteller and Mr McVoice. Brendan agreed to publish three of my short stories on his new website Mcstorytellers. To say I was excited was an understatement. “I’m a bloody writer.” I would shout this from the top of my voice. Later Crack: it gives you wings would be uploaded to the site.
There was a time at some point in the past six months when an artist/director decided to sit down at his computer in California and look for short stories that could be adapted into a film. He was looking for something drug related but with a human story.
Whilst looking through the internet and searching Google, Yahoo or whoever, something he typed in the search engine transported him from the sunny shores of California to the colder climate of Scotland. He had come across Mcstorytellers; a website only four years old with a growing reputation, reader base and an increasing number of talented contributors.
At that point he happened upon and read one of my short stories (out of the hundreds of very good short stories on the site) and decided he liked it enough to want to turn it into a short film. He presented the story to the production company who also believed it would be a great story to adapt.
I was sitting in the reception of my school four or five months ago. I received a notification on my phone informing me that I had one new email. I checked and it was from a website I no longer use called the ‘Writers Network’. I haven’t used that site since Brendan published my first story. I ignored the email and carried on with my day. When I got home the following day I noticed I had two emails from the Writers Network and both were private messages. I opened them and found two messages from a producer in Hollywood, California asking if I’d be interested in letting him adapt one of my short stories. Of course, I said yes. The contract arrived yesterday.