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Lost Tapes of Roxy Jones gets BAFTA Rocliffe shortlist!

May 16, 2021 by Katie Lee

Very excited that we made the shortlist for BAFTA Rocliffe Children, Family and YA competition with our YA script, THE LOST TAPES OF ROXY JONES. This is the third time we’ve made it through on this prestigious award. Rocliffe really is a life-changing competition. It helped us get representation, it’s given us the chance to meet so many new contacts and friends, and it’s been a massive boost for morale. I entered my first ever script – Mum-Life Crisis – into the Comedy competition back in early 2016, and the thoughtful and encouraging feedback I received helped me to write a better draft (and – most importantly – stopped me from giving up straight away!)

That draft went on to make the shortlist for the Funny Women Awards.

The next script I wrote (family comedy drama DARKE TIMES, co-written with Alex Milway) reached the Rocliffe Children’s Award final six (also in 2016) and we got our agent, Clare Israel.

We stopped entering for a few years because we were busy developing a project with Zodiak Kids and working on other things. Then, in 2019, I decided it was time to try again, this time getting shortlisted for FOLLOWERS in the Childrens’ & YA category again. (Full disclosure: there have been at least three other scripts that didn’t get anywhere! Don’t want to give the impression it’s been all sunshine and lollipops.)

Anyway, if you’re trying to decide whether or not to enter, just go for it! I entered that first script not knowing anything much at all about screen writing. It really has been life-changing.

Here's a congrats to the @BAFTA Rocliffe New Writing Children Family and YA runner-ups: @shinykatie and @Alexmilway (THE LOST TAPES OF ROXY JONES), @Freya_Alderson (HEX), @SarahMc65044669 (GROWING PAINS) pic.twitter.com/vYqphjrI3b

— Rocliffe Productions & Writing Competition (@rocliffeforum) May 16, 2021

Filed Under: About Me, Scriptwriting Tagged With: BAFTA Rocliffe, Katie Lee, screenwriting

Working with Arx Anima

February 8, 2021 by Katie Lee

Alex and I have been working with ARX Anima to develop and adapt a hugely popular, classic book series (Treatment and Pilot Script) called Tales of Franz. What a brilliant opportunity! Working with the team has been an absolute pleasure.

 

Filed Under: About Me, Scriptwriting Tagged With: alex milway, Katie Lee, screenwriting

Here’s what I remember about going back to work properly after having my first daughter.

May 12, 2015 by Katie Lee

    1. I felt weird, lumpy and my centre of gravity had shifted thanks to giant, milk-filled mammaries and a recently acquired excess layer of cake-based flabbage.
    2. I was in constant fear of not just leaking a bit of milk, but actually flooding the local area.
    3. My vagina still hurt. 

Katie Lee CecilyI’d barely had a full night’s sleep in nine months and whenever I did sleep, I ground my teeth so much I literally shattered my front tooth (hello, sexy mouthguard!). So you can imagine I went into those early client meetings feeling serene, relaxed, in control and ready to take on the world.

I was back! I was still fabulous! I was… wait a second, is that dried biscuit or poo on my top?

The first big meeting I had with a potential new client was like a bad episode of Ally McBeal. It was a farce of epic proportions. And prat-falling her way through the whole thing like a lactating Bridget Jones was me.

I thought I was meeting a friend of a friend for an informal coffee, but as I left the house, it occurred to me for the first time that the person had referred to another person and a booked meeting room. Two people and a room. Then I remembered that she’d mentioned her boss was trying to make it. Two people, a room and a BOSS?

That’s not an informal coffee that’s a 20-minute PowerPoint and “any questions?”

I didn’t have a PowerPoint! Even worse, I didn’t have a laptop, having dropped and killed mine the night before while working on it as I walked down the stairs (that old story).

As I pondered this with increasing alarm, it dawned on me that I was going to be late. I’d left the house at the time I should have been getting on a train. That meant I’d be at least 10 minutes late. For the boss. I would have run to the train station, but there was no way I’d catch the earlier train before my vagina fell out. 

At Elephant & Castle I panicked, thinking I could jump on a magic new tube I’d just invented in my hysterical mind that would get me there 10 minutes faster than the one I always take. I got lost in the concrete maze of Elephant & Castle’s underbelly. I decided just to get on the next train. Then I changed my mind and got off. Then, at the last minute, I changed it back again, jumped onto the train as the doors shut, caught my foot on the edge of the tube, fell forwards and landed in a sprawled heap of hair and shame at the feet of a carriage full of London commuters. 

“Hi!” I said, looking up at them all with (I thought) considerable aplomb. One person laughed. Everyone else stared a London stare. The shits.

Anyway, the short version is that I arrived late, which no one seemed to notice (this is London, people are always late for meetings), I got into the tiny meeting room, saw there was no computer or projector, acted all collected and asked if there was a room with a PC, got taken to a board room, located a SlideShare presentation online I’d made for a different client and winged it. They invited me back for another meeting. 

What’s weird about that experience is how it affected me afterwards. Through the years I’ve often felt out of my depth, suffering from the Imposter Syndrome experienced by so many people. But I also know I’m good at busking. And yet, I did not come out of that meeting thinking, “Phew, I totally shat miracles today, I really am a jammy madam.” I just thought, “By golly, what a total shambles! You are like some crazy, wobbly, mum-brained moron. I don’t even know who you are.”

I was shaken. I came home feeling that I would never get another client again and that my years of successfully running businesses had all just been a giant fluke. That one, mildly comical experience led me to make some huge decisions about my life that were totally wrong for me.

It took me a long time to get over it. 

Here’s what I learned along the way.

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Filed Under: ecourse Tagged With: ecourse, Katie Lee

Yes, another Katie Lee blog

May 19, 2011 by Katie Lee

Because I thought to myself “you just don’t have enough poorly tended personal blogs kicking around the internet”.

But this one has a simple premise: a place to collect all the witty, insightful, clever, brilliant and sometimes terrifying words I write for one of my websites, or a client’s website, or a newspaper or magazine.

Just anything at all that I may have written at some point in my life.

I’m slowly adding everything. It may take some time: I’ve written a LOT of internet.

What Katie Wrote

Filed Under: Columns Tagged With: Jorg & Olif, Katie Lee

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