Writing is a lonely hobby. Just me and my evil foe, the Blinking Cursor Of Despair, slugging it out day after day. So I’ll take any encouragement I can get along the way. I’m not picky, but I find the unexpected nuggets are the sweetest.
Last night in my Screenwriting class we were taking turns reading our latest scenes aloud for the class to critique. It helps enormously to hear your dialog actually read, and I usually do a lot of wincing and note taking about where things don’t flow. Anyway, we had already done three screenplays that night, and he wanted to squeeze one more in before we broke for the night. This class is 7:00pm to 10:00pm, so people are pretty bushed towards the end. He pointed over at me to pass out my copies for reading and this guy sitting two desks away claps! Another guy goes “Yes! I love this script!”
I had NO idea. There are eleven of us in the class and we’ve all been working our scripts for the past two months. Nearly everyone in the class volunteered to read a part, and I got more kudos from people for the dialog and pacing. I’ve been doing well on the assignments, but that sort of impromptu praise from the class, a group of people all fighting the same fight as me, was huge. I’m going to see if I can finish this baby off for a local film festival submission in December!
The moral of the story is to never underestimate the impact of a little praise or some encouraging words.
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