'Look who's in the Reject Bin...'

'Raggy Dolls, Raggy Dolls, are happy just to be. Raggy Dolls, Raggy Dolls, dolls like you and me.'

So sang Neil Innes back in the day. Well, that's all well and good for dolls, Neil, but dolls don't have bills to pay and nervous breakdowns to suffer. Dolls don't have to worry about relationships and the like. Although you can't tell me there wasn't something going on between Lucy and Sad Sack. Please. That was totally on. Although they've most likely been married and divorced by now, with Sad Sack getting custody of Lucy's head. There's an obvious parallel between a recent high profile couple going through a divorce, one of which has a removable body part, but...

Anyway. Rejection. Part of being a writer and it always will be. I know that's a cliche, but as someone else once said, something's only a cliche because it happens a lot. This week has been particularly tough.

On Monday we were told that our three radio series proposals under consideration (two music documentaries and a sketch show) will now not become fully formed programmes. As always with these things, no real reason was given. It just is.

We're also still trying to flog a couple of radio sitcom scripts we wrote some time back. We've shown them both to various people, who've blown hot and cold at various stages, and we've persevered because we think they're strong ideas, and no one has really done them yet. This week, we showed them to an experienced in-house radio producer, and his verdict was pretty devastating. Trouble is, he's right. Totally. They just don't work. It kinds of makes you wish somebody else had pointed that out to us earlier on.

And today is the final day by which the winners of the recent Radio Five Live short drama competition 'The Royal Tapes' were to be contacted. I decided to have a go, simply because it's another avenue to explore. A three minute drama about anything to do with the Royal Family. With only two characters. Played by Alistair McGowan. I wrote five scripts and sent off the best two. No word on that one, so...

So you feel down for a bit. Only natural. Then you start the process of thinking up a load of new ideas. But it's hard. Mind you, it might be a bit easier if I didn't spend all my time remembering obscure 80's cartoon shows...