An entry in which I give a factual account of my own awesomeness.

I had a five-block moment today, driving along, where I considered scrapping the whole “job search” thing to move home, live with my mother, work in a bookstore, and try to send out a crapload of stories during the fall. Then I pictured myself working at said bookstore, or at the movie theater, while kids I knew from high school came in. I tried to picture what I would say to them, and at the part where I had to say, “I’m living with my mom,” I decided that perhaps I should stay here after all. Heh.

I did have a very good day, today, all things considered. I took my screenplay in to my screenwriting instructor. We’ve had some crossed wires this semester, but things all worked out today. First, there was a mini-drama (dramatic for me, at least) in mid-March which worked out well. So then I sent him about 40 pages of the screenplay on April 7, and he wrote back and said, I’m swamped, I’ll get to it as soon as I can. OK. At the end of last week, I realized — it’s almost a month and I’ve heard nothing. Huh. Better see what’s up. I e-mailed him again, he said, I must have lost that e-mail. Re-send what you’ve got. I sent 80 pages on Monday evening and set up an appointment for 11 a.m. today. Stayed up last night and got another 14 pages added. So I went to his office today at 2 with my screenplay on CD. He hadn’t read the pages I’d sent earlier — which is fine, I know it’s a busy time of the year and all. I sort-of expected that he might be unhappy that I hadn’t finished the screenplay yet, or that he might be unhappy that I was about to dump an entire screenplay on him to read before the end of the semester. So he opened it up and said, “Wow! 92 pages!” as though he’d expected me to come in with nothing. And then we looked over a question I had about formatting, and he started to read from the beginning. Short Version: He read about 5 pages of it and then said, “So it’s not finished yet?” And I said, “No, but I can have it done by the weekend if you need it.” And he said, “No, that’s not necessary. From what I’ve seen you’ve done more than enough to get an A in the class.”


He went on to say that I should finish the screenplay and send it to him to read and, if he were working in screenplay acquisition for a production company, he said he would pick the screenplay up. He thinks I should try and get it picked up somewhere, or at least enter it in a few contests.

That was a nice note for the day. Also, I took my final American Dramatic Traditions test and got my last paper back, with an A on it. I think, officially, there is now no way that I will not graduate. Also, I found what would be, for me, a dream job in Washington, D.C. Anyone have any contacts at The Chronicle of Higher Ed they want to pass along?

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6 Responses to An entry in which I give a factual account of my own awesomeness.

  1. therealjae says:

    Oh, that’s wonderful news, all of it.

    What’s the dream job?


  2. next_bold_move says:

    I’ll second your awesomeness. And I have discs for you…

  3. kepkanation says:

    The funny part is, if I *did* sell the screenplay, I’d probably have to explain to my step-mother that she inspired it… by getting plastic surgery. heh.

    It’s copy-editing with a bit of reporting and fact-checking for The Chronicle — which sounds, yes, dry, but I have a little newspaper crush on The Chronicle of Higher Ed. I used to read it religiously when I was at AU. Not a dream career, but a dream job.

  4. kepkanation says:

    Thanks! And ooo, discs, yes. I think probably at this point I’ll have to fetch them from you after the weekend (I’m headed home — Hutch — this evening).

  5. next_bold_move says:

    Right! Mother’s Day.

    HAve a good one, and I will see you soon.

  6. simplelyric says:

    Your instructor’s comments are wonderful, as is what you quoted your fellow student as having said there.

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