Ah. The thrill of victory!
What we more often experience is the agony of defeat.
Screenwriting is a sport – no doubt about it. It’s a marathon event; we sprint out a first draft… but that is not crossing the finish line. We craft, we hone, we chisel – we rewrite – draft after draft after draft. It’s like a relay race, in which you are the sole competitor and participant.
The marathon seems endless. It takes us through strange, foreign territories. We plod forward, sometimes into murky dark, other times into relentless blazing heat. Sometimes, we get off-road, and have to navigate ourselves back on course. We endure extremities – and we do this alone.
No one has noticed. No one is there. We ran this race alone. We triumphed.
Now, once again, we face the agony of defeat.
We submit our stories.
Last week, I had four rejections. Three of them, identical: “extremely talented writer, love the story, incredible characters, ear for cadence, unique dialogue, love your work…”
Followed by: “… unfortunately, I’m looking for a tent-pole piece… this budget would be too low for us…. do you have anything else?”
I don’t know how to feel about this. Of course, I’m disappointed. Who wouldn’t be? Of course, I want to whine and puff up my ego and snark about “idiots who make money decisions,” but to be honest, I don’t feel this way. I respect the rejectors.
My husband reminded me that the same thing keeps happening. People say I can write – and write fluidly and well. So I’m hanging on to this little victory. Perhaps it is enough to help spring me out of these jaws of defeat.
So, back I go to my projects. Yes, commercial ones. And another tidbit for you all – coming soon – about getting paid to write. It doesn’t suck.
Oh. Yes. I’m printing out my rejection letters and placing them in a file. So I can revisit them after I sell this particular script.
Now, go write.
HRH, Princess Scribe