I sat in the writers' room today as my script was read out loud. Each writer takes a part and does their best to act it out. When we finish reading the script, our boss, Mara, gives us notes on what's working for her and what's not. As I posted previously, the story I was sent off to write never really made sense to me. I thought the main story line (or the A story) ended in the second act. And guess what? I was right! Unfortunately there's no good feelings to be had in being right as all it really means is that we have to sit around and rebreak (figure out) what the new story could be and then rewrite it -- together.
We started reading the script at about 10:15am. We finished at about 11 am. We sat and went 'round and 'round about what's wrong with the story 'til 2pm. The whole time I fantasized about excusing myself to go to the bathroom and just walking away. Forever.
To be honest, I'm still fantasizing about it.
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If you do walk away today, let me know where you'll be. I'm ready to walk out of my job. Meet you @ Vito for a drink?
Ditto.
My editor has heard my fasntasy of opening a running store in Portland more than what I like/dislike in a cut.
i think i'll forward the blog link to mara now.
Anonymous, you can forward it as soon as you identify yourself. Or are you afraid?
i didn't mean to make myself anonymous, that was an oversight. i'm not scared of nuttin.
i'm sooo not scared i used my first and last name- did you see that?
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