Behold, the Fool!
"Behold the fool saith, "Put not all thine eggs in one basket" -- which is but a manner of saying, "Scatter your money and your attention"; but the wise man saith, "Put all your eggs in the one basket and -- watch that basket."
-- Samuel Clemens (a.k.a. "The Twain Train") --
It's been an interesting week, fo sho. After trying out the new Black List website to see if it might provide a safe and easy glory-road into Hollywood, I discovered that not everyone out there is my mother. Which is to say, it is unlikely that the World at Large will ever love me just for who I am.
Nonetheless, after an overly flamboyent, facebooking rant-response to my mediocre review by some Black List reviewer, it was pointed out to me by my betters that A. The review that this (admittedly random) Black Lister wrote for me wasn't really all that terrible and B. It's sort of ridiculous of me to think I'd have Heads of Studios staging cage matches for the right to produce my early scripts.
I was feeling like a bit of an idiot for my pretensions of screenwriterliness, until I remembered that easy things aren't as much fun having, and that I did, after all, expect this to be difficult.
To those who gave me pity after I pouted publicly on facepook, then, I say this: thanks, but no thanks.
No more whining! I'm giving it up for Lunt, an actor/director who worked hard, pushed through, did crazy things, and eventually made a mark and got paid for it, too. Good for him.
My second script, KILLING HARPER, does have some flaws. But it also, as random-paid-reviewer-dude said, reads well and has compelling characters... even some serious commercial potential.
And just because my eye is twitching from self-induced stress and I have NO idea how I'm ever going to get anyone who can get a movie made to EVER read my scripts, I'm still going to keep on tapping at these keys.
Because it's FUN, right?!?
Right?
-- Samuel Clemens (a.k.a. "The Twain Train") --
It's been an interesting week, fo sho. After trying out the new Black List website to see if it might provide a safe and easy glory-road into Hollywood, I discovered that not everyone out there is my mother. Which is to say, it is unlikely that the World at Large will ever love me just for who I am.
Nonetheless, after an overly flamboyent, facebooking rant-response to my mediocre review by some Black List reviewer, it was pointed out to me by my betters that A. The review that this (admittedly random) Black Lister wrote for me wasn't really all that terrible and B. It's sort of ridiculous of me to think I'd have Heads of Studios staging cage matches for the right to produce my early scripts.
I was feeling like a bit of an idiot for my pretensions of screenwriterliness, until I remembered that easy things aren't as much fun having, and that I did, after all, expect this to be difficult.
To those who gave me pity after I pouted publicly on facepook, then, I say this: thanks, but no thanks.
No more whining! I'm giving it up for Lunt, an actor/director who worked hard, pushed through, did crazy things, and eventually made a mark and got paid for it, too. Good for him.
My second script, KILLING HARPER, does have some flaws. But it also, as random-paid-reviewer-dude said, reads well and has compelling characters... even some serious commercial potential.
And just because my eye is twitching from self-induced stress and I have NO idea how I'm ever going to get anyone who can get a movie made to EVER read my scripts, I'm still going to keep on tapping at these keys.
Because it's FUN, right?!?
Right?
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