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hector_rashbaumI totally forgot to post this earlier!
Yesterday and today my screenwriting professor scheduled one-on-one meetings for each of us, to go over the completed first drafts of our screenplays. I was supposed to meet with him yesterday morning, but early + anxiety + procrastinating too long = bad combo so I rescheduled for today at noon.
Even with having to reschedule once due to procrastination, I procrastinated. I ended up finishing at like 11:45 this morning and had to rush to print it and get there on time. Made it.
Anxietyanxietyanxietyanxiety. Jesus shit. This professor is intense as Hell and scared the shit out of me ANYWAY, multiply that by one-on-one and add this was the first actual complete screenplay I've attempted (we've done little exercises to learn dialogue, and practiced formatting with those, but...not the same, lol).
It was THE MOST STRESSFUL THING EVER. He just SAT THERE and read through it and occasionally scribbled on it with his black pen (I wish it were red. Black doesn't stand out very well, harder to retype) and sometimes muttered something and HEART ATTACK.
And...partway through maybe the third page, third or fourth, he started looking up every now and then and complimenting me. Complimenting the piece. Pointing out things he liked. Telling me how well something worked. Accompanying one of his scribblings with "that's a really great line you've got buried there."
You guys? He liked my fucking screenplay. Like, really liked it. He had NO comments regarding plot or setup or characterization, just grammatical errors and a few little dialogue things.
MY SCREENPLAY DOESN'T SUCK. YOU GUYS. I ROCK.
Yesterday and today my screenwriting professor scheduled one-on-one meetings for each of us, to go over the completed first drafts of our screenplays. I was supposed to meet with him yesterday morning, but early + anxiety + procrastinating too long = bad combo so I rescheduled for today at noon.
Even with having to reschedule once due to procrastination, I procrastinated. I ended up finishing at like 11:45 this morning and had to rush to print it and get there on time. Made it.
Anxietyanxietyanxietyanxiety. Jesus shit. This professor is intense as Hell and scared the shit out of me ANYWAY, multiply that by one-on-one and add this was the first actual complete screenplay I've attempted (we've done little exercises to learn dialogue, and practiced formatting with those, but...not the same, lol).
It was THE MOST STRESSFUL THING EVER. He just SAT THERE and read through it and occasionally scribbled on it with his black pen (I wish it were red. Black doesn't stand out very well, harder to retype) and sometimes muttered something and HEART ATTACK.
And...partway through maybe the third page, third or fourth, he started looking up every now and then and complimenting me. Complimenting the piece. Pointing out things he liked. Telling me how well something worked. Accompanying one of his scribblings with "that's a really great line you've got buried there."
You guys? He liked my fucking screenplay. Like, really liked it. He had NO comments regarding plot or setup or characterization, just grammatical errors and a few little dialogue things.
MY SCREENPLAY DOESN'T SUCK. YOU GUYS. I ROCK.
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