Finishing Scripts is "Such Sweet Sorrow"
Oct 2012: A few weeks ago, after two solid years of nonstop research and writing, my first commercial spec script, Champion, was finished and sent out into the world. It’s a strange feeling, to be pregnant with a writing project for so long, finally give birth, and then, ultimately, to have to let it go… After having lived with it, carried it inside of me, every day for the past 24 months, and then, now, to not have to work on it anymore… A strange feeling to be sure, and probably not all that surprising that I should feel a bit of postpartum depression as a result.
Friends have been asking me, ever since I finished the piece, how I feel about the whole thing: my responses have alternated between “numb” and “ecstatic”, depending on my mood (the latter in the classical sense, of course—as in, “to be outside oneself”…). I am extremely happy with the work, of course (I’ve been fortunate in that I’ve never had to release anything I didn’t consider to be my absolute best work at any given moment). It’s one of the best things I’ve ever written; it is an extremely commercial piece of screenwriting; it is, absolutely, Oscar bait. It is many things, but one thing it is not, anymore, is still “in my hands”—the script has been sent out, now, out into the world, on its way to a several key Hollywood players that just might, if the coffee was good that morning (and the sex was great the night before), if they’re in just the right mood, and all the stars happen to align just so, say Yes to our little project and agree to make our movie. The work is out there, now, making its way around the entertainment world, and, much like raising a child (I imagine), all you can do is build the thing as best you can, wind it up, let it go, and hope it comes back to you one day, having fared well in its travels. Whatever the case, it’s official: my screenwriting career has begun. More soon.