Finished

Actually, I finished my screenplay Monday night. Two days earlier than the deadline - certainly surprising myself considering that April 22, I was still on p. 24. It is the definition of a first draft - riddled with plot holes and in major need of a rewrite. I wouldn't dream of letting anyone read it. But I printed it out today, all 101 pages, and it was hefty and substantial, and I showed it to one of my classes (because they asked if I had finished), and it was good. The weight of it in my hand, something I created: that was good.

After I finished it, I cried. What a funky little response. I screamed a little first, just a short one, but then I cried. And then I took yesterday off and slept. All. Day.

With that, I bid sayonara to my first Script Frenzy (oh yes - I will do it again,) and say hello to my new life as an aspiring writer. Because now I know that I can do it. All it took was some silly little internet contest to make me take that step.

As you can tell, all eloquence is out the window. I used it all up in my moving, poignant dialogue. (um, no.) As one of my co-Frenzies wrote, the last 30 pages of his story are some of the worst, fluffiest dialogue ever written.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Peace out.