Begin typing your search above and press return to search. Press Esc to cancel. I was at work and a friend of mine was laughing far too loud and long at questionable personals ads from a popular classifieds website. I peeked over her shoulder and read. I became suddenly aware of all those people my mother warned me about…and it was hilarious. There was a script about the magic of casual encounter dating scratching to get out.
I wanted an odd couple. I wanted to give them impossible odds and insurmountable obstacles. I wanted it to feel satisfying when they finally reached that goal. So, I did the responsible thing and backed down. I forgot about my story and went back to work. Fast forward to AC after Columbia. The idea would not die. It resurfaced in my first semester Screenwriting class.
I was pushed on the script and thought I wanted to kill it. Script writing takes time. Now that I was committed, it became personal. My goal was to see these characters come to life. From treatment to outline to step outline to index cards to script-— my desk was a total freaking mess. But it was my mess. I was falling in love with my story.
The further along I got, the more fragile it became. The closer I got to finishing it, the more worried I became that no one else would love it like I do. It was introducing your new girlfriend to your buddies. I hope they can see how special she is! Like I said before…it was personal. I was all in. Draft, rehearsal, rewrite, and other rehearsals— this was going to work.
Sometimes it takes a while for an idea to develop. Sometimes you have to be patient. Sometimes you have to fight yourself to get the best project. But I realized that each project is special. And the only one that can judge you is you.
