![]() ![]() ![]() Before that, when I was still too young to drive, my parents dropped us off at the theater six separate times to see Titanic (which completely drained my allowance savings, by the way). We went in our tuxes and gowns to see Spider-Man opening weekend at the AMC Centerpoint 11 in Tempe. For my friends and me - it was the movies.Īfter prom, we didn’t go to parties. Growing up in Arizona, some ’90s kids were mall teens, others arcade teens. I didn’t come this far just to come this far. But every time I almost pulled the plug, I’d come back to this: The story’s not as interesting as I thought. It would have been so easy to have just accepted what each rejection was telling me, because Lord knows, it’s what I was telling myself. I look back now at my long history of rejection and think of how close I came to not being where I am now. ![]() And an invisible rejection feels even worse. But it’s another kind of torment altogether when you feel like you’re screaming into the void - and no one even has the decency to shout back, “No.” It’s one thing to have a casting director cut you off with a “Thank you” without even looking up. Just as most actors never get into the room, most writers’ work never gets read. I don’t believe for one second that the 41 agents who rejected me all read my sample chapters, much less an entire book. The hardest part when you’re trying to get in the door is that so many of the people who reject you do so without ever meeting you or seeing your work. Yeah, the odds are tough … but why not you? Why shouldn’t it be you? Right now, everything feels unstable and uncertain.īut I also know that the pessimistic, doubting voices saying all that - both externally and the ones inside your head - shouldn’t be the only voices you listen to. I know the Writers Guild just went on strike and we have no idea how long it might last or what it will ultimately mean. I know the industry is in a transformative year. And I know it’s tough as hell out there because until very recently, I was out there with you. I’m writing to you now because I wish someone would have shown me a story like this after my first, second, or third round of failures when I was ready to give up, when I was wondering why I was ever so foolish to think that my dreams could come true. ![]()
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