Which means I’m officially DONE with college.
An exercise for my pilot in which I had to write a letter from my protagonist to another main character. Will is in a mental hospital because he still believes his dead sister Lucy is alive. He mentions that he thinks the two of them are in the hospital so that his mother can get better at home, but really—
He’s in the hospital by himself, hallucinating his dead sister.
You ever have those days like
fuck, I can’t write a goddamn thing.
I do love writing.
A snippet from my screenplay, which I’m having a blast writing, which surprised me.
Murder board for my Castle spec. Hard to see a lot of since it’s on the mirror, but:
Timeline, victim, suspects, COD, and facts of the case.
Aaron Sorkin (Studio 60, The West Wing, Sports Night, Social Network)
Andrew Marlowe (Air Force One, Castle)
I don’t think I have what it takes to make it as a TV writer out there.
And I’m not fishing for compliments, so don’t make that mistake. I just…genuinely doubt myself. A lot.
Damn it. Leave it to my favorite show to depress me after its over.
I should probably go to bed before I dwell on this and depress myself more.
On the notes, my professor said that I should be proud since I worked so diligently at it.
I both like and loathe that word. Diligent. I worked hard, but that doesn’t mean a whole heck of a lot if my script isn’t good. Not that it isn’t good. It’s just not fantastic.
I’m overreacting, I know. A B+ is good. It’s not really the grade that bothers me. I got an A- in the class. It’s more like…I want to do this for a living and it’s a hard business to break into, so a B+ ain’t gonna cut it in Hollywood..
Granted, it was my FIRST foray into television writing, so maybe I should cut myself a bit of slack.
I don’t know.
Workin’ on my Good Wife spec when I get back.
ALL THE WRITING.