Guys. I finished it.
Okay, I use the word “finished” loosely. The only script I’ve really finished is the one that was actually made into a short film. The rest of them sit on my hard-drive, waiting for me to dust them off and turn them into something people would actually want to produce. I’m a “tweak things up to the last minute and frustrate everyone working with you” kind of gal.
I had a week to get a new draft of both the pilot and the second episode together before the final due date. I’ll be honest, I got lazy. I discovered a lot of moments where things weren’t quite working as well as they could, but chose not to change them due to lack of time. I guess that’s how things go, though. You wish you had all the time in the world to mold your script into the magnum opus you’ve always wanted to write, but you actually get seven days. A wise man once told me that the entertainment business is just a constant race towards mediocrity. I think I get that now.
Regardless, I’m proud of my scripts. I poured a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into them (okay, let’s be real, mostly tears) and managed to turn a rather ambitious pitch into something real. I’m excited to put them out in the world.
I graduate in a matter of days. David Byrne’s voice is constantly shouting “How did I get here?” in the back of my head, particularly when I found myself wading in one of the fountains on campus at 4 AM last night. Gotta get the shenanigans out while it’s still socially acceptable, right?