It’s often taken for granted that older men will have relationships with much younger women - in TV and film as well as in life, so much so that it’s barely questioned. From Casablanca, to Mississippi Burning, to Lost in Translation, we’re led to believe that this is the natural way of things; the implication is clearly that men have lothario instincts that they cannot control and older women are not desirable. Yet it was refreshing to see this trend reversed in the excellent Now TV drama ‘Mare of Easttown,’ where Kate Winslet plays grizzled, disillusioned police officer Mare Sheehan, a woman whose joys are few and misfortunes many. 

There’s no shortage of other cliches; it is, after all, a crime drama. Easttown is a Pennsylvania backwater largely populated by second and third-generation Irish-Americans for whom the American Dream was never a reality. No-one seems able to leave, despite how often the town snuffs out their dreams, and everyone knows everyone else’s business.
 
Mare has to live constantly with the memory of her drug-addicted son who killed himself, her estranged husband who lives in a house that backs onto her garden, and the disapproval and anger of town residents railing against a police force who keep failing to solve the disappearance and murder of a number of young girls. A frustrated Mare ultimately decides to take things into her own hands - with mixed consequences. 

It could perhaps only feel less hackneyed if it was a plot to Charlie Brooker’s satirical police show ‘A Touch of Cloth.’

Yet what makes ‘Mare of Easttown’ feel original is what goes unremarked in the script. Mare is cantankerous, surly, and stubbornly uninterested in appeasing the expectations of others. On one or two occasions we see her take notice of her physical appearance, but this goes uncommented on by the other characters - except maybe her caustic mother Helen, whose barbed exchanges with Mare make up some of the more hilarious moments in the dialogue. 

What’s more, despite Mare’s refusal to be compliant and coquettish, she regularly attracts the attention of the men around her - including the measured and thoughtful (and sultry) creative writing professor Richard Ryan (Guy Pearce), who is new to the town, and a far younger member of her police team, handsome detective Colin Zabel (Evan Peters). Colin and Mare get as far as going on a date, and despite the age gap (she is likely old enough to be his mother), no-one comments on it. 

In a previous decade her dalliance with Richard might have led to a revelation that he was the murderer (he isn’t), feeding the malicious idea that women who dare to seek love and sexual gratification must be punished. Instead, their romance pauses for more believable and mundane reasons - he ends up moving away for work, just as Mare is starting to get her own demons under control. Despite the relationship not working out (at least, for now), instead of regret Mare is seen to have been changed by the kindness and attention of another human being, and by having her own needs valued for once. 

Another small but important detail is that Mare’s ex-husband does not abandon her for a much younger woman - his wife-to-be is the same generation and had children at a similar age.

The only other story I’ve seen recently that dares to have older women form liaisons with men their own age or younger is last year’s musical comedy The Prom, where Meryl Streep and Keegan-Michael Peele have wonderful chemistry as the small-town Indiana high school principal who tries to coax a floundering Broadway star into becoming more selfless.  

Easttown might be a backwards place in many ways, yet this means characters who dare to be themselves shine more brightly and more believably. Women like Mare are desirable for their frankness and dedication to duty in a place where everyone nurses compromised loyalties, dark secrets and repressed fears.   

Kate Winslet is still remembered by most millennials as Rose, the straight-jacketed heroine from Titanic. Yet finally, in middle age, in this most restrictive of genres, it seems her straitjacket is off.   ​

​Jesus Mary and Joseph and the wee donkey, I think one can say that the ending of Line of Duty was controversial. Years of tension, deaths, twists, lost hands, lost lovers all culminating in, wait for it: Ian Buckells, that rather dull bloke with curly hair.
 
One can’t really throw too much shade at Jed Mercurio. He has successfully kept the nation entertained for nearly ten years. Dropping the baton at the end isn’t great but to get so far still holding it, and wielding it so well, is amazing. That doesn’t mean the clang as it hit the ground can be ignored, though. He still dropped it.
 
A reason that things slipped from Jed’s grasp was that he didn’t realise that the show he was finishing was no longer the same show as the one he had started with.
 
Series one of Line of Duty is a thriller. It’s about tension and suspense, the fear of being found out. The stakes are high, but they’re driven by real, human mistakes. Tony Gates is a good cop. He does his job, he gets promoted. He’s a bit proud but seems to be a fairly decent guy; people like him. However, he has a flaw. Like so many middle-aged men he’s having an affair. The man still loves his kids though so can’t break his family apart by revealing it. Here we have a level of struggle that people can identify with. It’s a real-life-sized struggle and drives him into misstep after misstep trying to cover it up. He’s not bent but his fight to cover up his mistakes makes him seem so. He is brought down by his guilt and the messiness of human life clashing with the cold hard rules of AC-12. It is the cruel banality of life not being fair.
 
Jump to series six. We have car chases and gun fights and standoffs in carparks. We do still have human struggles and fear of being found out – Steve’s back, Hasting’s guilt over Corbett – but these don’t drive the plot. Steve’s impending interview about his back just provides rather annoying emails that he ignores, and Hastings’ ‘secret’ provides only minor level tension at best. What drives the plot, what increases the tension, is a series of dramatic set pieces – the gunfight over the Lakewell convoy, the stand-off at gunpoint between Kate and Pilkington. This is not every day human level drama. These are straight out of an action movie. Line of Duty is no longer bobbies on the beat, it’s Bond.
 
It’s understandable how we got here. Every successive season the stakes had to rise to keep the audience interested. Also, as the show becomes more successful, there’s more money pumped in so there’s more opportunity to do stuff. So, first season we have fingers being chopped off; final season we have Steve lying by a crashed van after a lengthy shoot out having assassinated a sniper.
 
Where this switch from thriller to action can be traced to is the escape of Dot ‘The Caddy’ Cottan at the end of season three. This starts with the standard, tense, thriller-esque interview in the glass box. It’s psychological. It’s character-led tension. It’s the great stuff we’ve had so far. We then have an “Urgent Exit” requested and it snaps into an over-the-top action movie. A policeman with a machine gun suddenly unloads on a colleague, then on a glass window, shattering it. Kate turns into Sarah Connor, tooling up with flak jacket and machine gun, riding on a massive truck as if this is what she does every day. She even shoots a henchman and doesn’t blink. From then on, we have action movie blood injected into the veins of our thriller.
 
Now, the rules of action movies are different. They demand bigger things, bigger bangs, cool guys walking away from explosions. They’re more ridiculous. Bond is fun because it’s not real. Even when they tried to make it ‘real’ with Daniel Craig, we knew it’s still not really ‘real’ as most of us don’t go to fancy casinos or drive fast cars or try and rescue our drowning treacherous girlfriends from collapsing Venetian houses.
 
After season three, Line of Duty becomes more and more ridiculous. Roz Huntley has a rotting arm which gets amputated, poor Joanne Davidson has the twisted family history of a penny dreadful. These are huge, dramatic, and awful things but they’re not the banal cruelty of normal life that destroys most people. They’re cartoon level horrors that plague movie-level plots. They’re not real.
 
This doesn’t mean that it’s ‘bad’. The escape of Dot is a fantastic piece of television. Kate Fleming is the action heroine this nation needs. Bond movies are fun, but they’re not the television that Mercurio started writing.
 
This is the problem with the end of season six. If you give your audience a Bond movie, they’re going to want Blofeld to turn up. We want that swivel chair, the fluffy cat, the “Ah, Superintendent Hastings, I was expecting you”. We didn’t get that. We got Ian Buckells.
 
What Mercurio did with Buckells as the ‘big bad’ was to try and return to the first season, to where he began, where the world is ordinary and boring and real. There is no mastermind, there’s a just a little bloke who’s greedy and has low morals.
 
Now, imagine if Bond blasted his way through the tropical island base, fought off the henchman with the idiosyncratic disfigurement, crawled into the centre of the villain’s lair only to find the head office being run by a clerk who administers the paperwork for the shell company set up to contain the holdings of another shell company that comes from several illicit hedge funds. Even if someone tried to explain that that is actually how crime works, how actual shadowy figures run the world, you’d still want your money back.
 
I suppose the moral of this story is remember where you started. Remember what your piece of writing is about. By that I don’t just mean ‘it’s about a bunch of policemen in AC-12’ but what themes you are looking at, what genre you’re writing in, and try and keep to that through line. However, if you do end up changing things, make sure that you make everything match that shift.
 
Mercurio started with a thriller on how our own humanity can bring us down; how evil is banal, and cruel in its banality; that life is unfair and that it rumbles on without us. He tried to end it that way. However, on the way, he got lost in Cottan’s big budget escape, fights with surgical saws, and gun fights. And because of that his ending fell flat. He started with The Wire and ended with Bond. And once you go Bond you have to give us a Blofeld. Buckells just won’t do.

​It may sound a stupid thing to say – cinema and television are visual mediums. They have viewers, spectators, watchers. Theatre is a listening medium. It has an audience and auditoriums - places for hearing. Simply put - show us things on screens and tell us stuff in the theatre.
 
This is, of course, a massive simplification. Some of the best bits in screen history are spoken – few people remember the car that Brando sits in when he says he could have been a contender, but we remember him saying it – and some of the great moments in the theatre are purely visual – anyone who saw the stairs scene in One Man Two Guvnors I’m sure would agree.
 
However, it is worth bearing in mind that on the screen we can say less than we need to on stage, and some of the best moments can be done with no words at all or at least very few of them.
 
Two examples of this can be found in dramas of the last year – The Salisbury Poisonings and Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom.
 
The Salisbury Poisonings is a great piece of television to watch for any writer wanting to create sensitive, historical based fiction or even just well written drama. All moments are simply drawn and sensitively handled.
 
The scene that I want to look at is from episode three when Claire Sturgess is sitting beside her sister Dawn Sturgess, who is lying in a hospital bed. Claire clasps her hand and says:
 
“Dawnie? Dawnie? You are a good person. You are a good person. You always were.”
 
She strokes her hair and breaks down. That is the whole scene. In its entirety it takes a minute. What makes this scene good, besides the excellent performance from Melanie Gutteridge, is its simplicity. Up to this point we have seen that Dawn has not been the best of daughters or mothers, struggling to reclaim her life and a position of responsibility for it. The relationship with her family is a complex one. We could easily have had a very moving, but very long, bedside speech from her sister on that relationship, the ups and downs, the emotional depths. But we don’t need it. All we need is a woman’s kind words to her dying sister. It is all in those fifteen words. The history, the pain, the struggle of Dawn to be good amongst all her difficulties, the love her sister has for her.
 
And it is the simplicity of what is spoken that makes it moving. There is no flowery language, which can get in the way on screen, just a simple statement repeated. You don’t need to give your character that massive monologue. You can just give her a few words. They can be all you need.
 
Sometimes, you don’t even need words. The opening minute of Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom has no speech at all. It begins with the quiet woods of southern America at night, then two black men in old fashioned clothes are running, hard. Suddenly, the sounds of dogs barking come over the panting breath of the running men.
 
We’re about 40-50 seconds in and we think we know where we are – two slaves are escaping and the slavers are after them with the plantation dogs. Suddenly, the sound of music kicks in as the two men approach some torches. One turns to smile at the other as they reach a queue of people waiting to enter a tent. They weren’t running away but rather towards a blues performance.
 
In this one moment we have some of the major ideas of the film given to us – the history of black suffering in America and the escape from it that the blues provides. But we are also shown that the blues and the suffering are intertwined; the idea of both – the fleeing and the need to get to the concert – are present in the same moment. Nothing is said but through what we are shown we are given a sudden and clear illustration of the ideas of the film. Every event after this scene is affected by the audience’s having seeing two ‘slaves’ running for their lives. Every event for the characters is, of course, affected by that history too. Every struggle, every confrontation in the film has the history and mistreatment of black people in America hanging over it and we have it captured in the opening gesture of the film. Again, this is a scene about a minute long.
 
If we contrast this with some of the speeches later in the film. These are fantastically delivered by Chadwick Boseman as Levee but they are clearly from a play (Ma Rainey being and adaptation of August Wilson’s play). No one talks that much in film. It is hard to make things visually interesting when one person is talking, no matter how good the performance is, and speeches can often hold up the action. In the theatre they generally are the action, as we can only ‘see’ what the characters tell us. In film we can see anything. In the cinema we are there to be spectators not an audience; we are there primarily to watch, not to listen.
 
Moments of great emotion are conveyed in the theatre through an outpouring of words. Often on film they are conveyed through a few or even none.
 
Sometimes you can say it best when you say nothing at all.

This is a common question. I ask it of myself. A lot. It feels like a holy grail question - if you could just answer it then all problems would fall away.
 
I think it is, however, a little like asking an actor ‘How do you learn all those lines?’ They just do. That’s their job.
 
And that’s the point.
 
I want to start with the simple things. Of course, I want to talk about characters and conflicts and story arcs and maguffins and dragons. But to get there you have to start somewhere. Somewhere a bit more boring.
 
From afar the arts (and writers are artists as much as musicians and painters) seem like an easy gift. It is amazingly romantic. So many writers are cool interesting people that dress flamboyantly and seemingly have amazing taste and (somehow) loads of money and time to be interesting all over the world and talk to interesting people. They capture the essence of what it means to be alive and spin it into words. They do the impossible. They seem to be magicians. They are.
 
They are also crafts people. ‘Wright’, as in ‘playwright’, comes from the Old English wryhta ‘worker’ and whyrta ‘maker’. If you are a writer you are a maker, a builder, of stories. Making, crafting, ‘wrighting’ is work. It is constructing and honing and shaving off this bit and that bit. It’s hard. It involves practice and graft and boredom and patience and work. It’s a job, basically.
 
So…
 
Tip 1 – Treat it like your job
 
“The art of writing is the art of applying the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair,” said Mary Heaton Vorse. I love the idea of being a writer. I love having ideas for things. I often hear or read something and go ‘That’s a good idea for a story!’ but never actually get it down. Making yourself sit down and write is the first, and most crucial, stage.
 
We want writing to be the fun romantic thing all the time. Sometimes it’s not. When it’s not, sit down and write.
 
If we only wrote when we’re inspired, we’d never finish anything. If you look at it like it’s your job, it’s just the thing that you do every day, then the chances of getting something done increases. It also gives you more respect for what you are doing. It is not just your hobby, it is your job, your profession. This can be tricky, especially when it is not actually your job and you’re fitting it around the thing that pays you. But for some part of the day it is your job so treat it as such, even if you don’t feel like doing it.
 
That leads on to…
 
Tip 2 - Find out how you work.
 
Some people are best in morning. Some people do their best work between the hours of two and six am. The playwright and screenwriter Steven Beresford doesn’t read anything before he begins writing – “I have to send before I receive” he says. He writes first thing in the morning and then reads the news, takes emails etc after breakfast, before going back to work. Find out what environment, time and pattern suits you best. This can take while.
 
I found that I had to carry a notebook with me wherever I went and wrote whenever I got a few moments. This wasn’t ideal but I did get some stuff down and some shape of a story that I wouldn’t have managed any other way (I also had a lot of notebooks to type up). It wasn’t the best but it was a start.
 
That leads on to...
 
Tip 3 - Don’t try to be good.
 
Your first draft will be rubbish. Sorry. The only person who wrote perfect first time was Mozart and he got a whole name to say that God loved him. Don’t worry that what you’re writing is rubbish. Write it anyway. Just get something on the page and you can go back and edit it later. If you edit as you go along you will never finish it.
 
Which is related to…
 
Tip 3a – The first ten minutes will possibly seem a waste of time. But that’s ok.
 
Once you’ve worked out when you work best and you sit down to work, the first stuff out of your head will probably be super rubbish. That’s alright. Think of it as the warmup before you start a gym session. Or preseason for a footballer. You’re writing the fluff from the top of your brain and getting it into gear. Again, don’t critique as you go along. Get it down and then make it better later.
 
Tip 3b – Writing is rewriting
 
Once you have your rubbish first draft have a break. Then go back and read your draft. Then go and write it again but better. This is where it really feels like your job but it is where it will begin to come into shape
 
If you want to think a little critically…
 
Tip 4 – Try to focus on the story your telling not the big idea you want to get across.
 
Ok, a little on things like character and stuff. Trying to write about some great theme or idea is hard. I mean trying to write the piece that catches the age is daunting task. It can also lead to you writing a lecture on your own value system. Try and focus on the characters and the situation they’re in. That’s much more interesting (for you and your audience) and will also explore the idea much more than imposing it from the outside. Writing about something specific that can be expanded is a place to start.
 
Also…
 
Tip 5 – Think about your medium
 
What are you writing for? Theatre, TV and film are very different ways of telling a story. They’re also very different ways of experiencing a story. If you go to the theatre you are actually in the space with the story – how does that change the way you write? How can you create an experience specifically for that space as opposed to the held gaze of the camera lens? If you’re not sure, watch more films and go to more plays. Consuming more of other people’s work is never a bad idea.
 
Finally…
 
Tip 6 – “Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous” - Orwell
 
There are no hard and fast rules to writing. There are just guidelines. A bit like being a pirate. There will be writers who look at the above and disagree; of course there will. Hopefully these ideas will give you a place to start.
 
Properly finally…
 
“Keep your butt in the chair. If you want to do this professionally, you have to do it even when you don’t feel like writing” - Marianne Gingher, University of North Carolina.
 
Give yourself the respect to make it your job. It’s hard. Be proud, you’re doing something hard.