It's Always About The Ends

I wrote a television script a while back. I pitched it around - mostly from my laptop. It's not effective I admit since the thing you sell most in life is yourself.

Unless I possess a massive horse show embedded somewhere deep within the nether regions of my bowel, I have present myself in front of people and network to expose it properly.

One thing I know about me is luck is not on my side.

In any event, it wasn't about that. I just wanted to write a script. I have so many "concepts" and ideas running around in my head I had to see one through. I just got-ta as Sylvester once said.

Interestingly, the script didn't fit one of my more "off" ideas. In fact, it's in the family comedy/drama genre.

I never really told anyone I worked on and completed a script. The truth is people wouldn't get it and if they said they did, it likely wasn't true. Hence, leaving myself open to bad vibes. People make simple calculations: Is there a specific purpose for writing a script? If not, go get a job. Maybe even get a haircut. And take off that nose ring.

It matters less if it's for personal reasons as much as it's expected to "go somewhere."

My script reached the semi-finals of a pretty decent competition of which Stan Lee and a writer from Law & Order were among the judges. Not bad for an "outsider." In fact, the person who organizes these competitions is a long-time and successful Hollywood writer. He felt it was quite an accomplishment.

But people don't see that. They just want to know "what did you do with it?"

So far jack squat. But.

I don't really care.

Fin.