Frankenblog, day one
Mood:
lazy
Now Playing: Not Breathing
Topic: Whys and Wherefors
I quit therapy today, but I'm not about to give up the Zoloft(r). I don't eat babies or anything or masturbate in public, just a bit of social anxiety.
So why pursue a career in film if I have a fear of people? I like a challenge, actually. And movies. Obscure, foreign, character-driven and big, action-packed, star-driven films, for the same reason I've always loved them. I was maybe six when I saw Jaws with my dad and bolted from the seat, ran up the aisle and turned back, held spellbound, unable to leave despite the fear.
I'm working on an adaptation of Frankenstein, only the second I've attempted so far, and after taking the online Writer's Bootcamp class, I got back enough validation to prove to myself that I stand a chance. When the online portion's over, you take what you've learned and within the next two weeks pound the keys and turn out what is ostensibly a first draft of... something. Then you wait for the critique.
Writer's Bootcamp isn't cheap, not even the online course. But it's worth it. I was horrible with structure and have no problem with it now. Anyway, I got my script in on time and got a tentative critique date, which was cancelled by the person whose job it was to read the thing. Turned out he was going on vacation.
So, I wait. Patiently, for once. The very day I actually start to wonder when he'll call, he does and does so while my dad happened to be at our place (I'm married). He said he "liked it, actually." I giggled a bit at that 'cus my daughter loves to append everything with "actually." The actually critique was a few days later.
I assumed he was going to say "what a great job, you should give us more money and you can take our 2-year program." nope. He listed some problems he had and said he would talk to his boss and maybe have another pair of eyes look at it and if all turned out well on their side, they'd see about "going further." I don't know if those were the exact words, but the upshot of that was that if everyone took a shine to my paltry effort, they'd see about submitting it to agents. He said some other things, but even the suggestion of the possibility of maybe getting my stuff within ten feet of a real-live agent, well... the world went a bit fuzzy.
Maybe it was a shine, I don't know. I doubt it. They don't try to sell you anything at WBC. No books, or classes. This guy's been with me from the beginning of my contact with them. Not a single BS alarm throughout the whole process.
In other words, it was at least worthy of all the effort I've been putting into this "writing thing." and, in words other than that, I'm not kidding myself. So, if nothing, I have that.
I've done most of the work for the revision, and hopefully I can get back to him soon with something slightly better than the first draft.
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Not sure what future entries will look like, sound like or smell like, so...
Wish me luck.
Posted by cinemark13
at 9:44 PM MDT