The air in the room is Vulcan hot. The heat hits me like a solar flare that’s been trapped in my living room and is dying to be released and the only way out is through me. I can’t breathe damn it! The sweat stings my eyes and a single word is swirling inside my brain and it’s ready to erupt … Doom, Doom, DOOOOMMM … I tell ya.
Oh EJ, get a grip.
It’s not the end of the world.
Just because I received the first draft of my screenplay Black Serenade back from the harbingers of doom—I mean workshoppers—isn’t a reason to disintegrate to ash. No I am not a vampire. I am a writer who is worrying over nothing.
So what was the verdict?
Cut a couple of scenes.
Yeah, I knew that all ready.
The three main characters need their relationships developed.
I knew that too! But the good news is, talking and workshopping has helped me combat the problem.
That was a given. It’s a first draft.
The good news:
Don’t change the sequence, story isn’t a problem. Beginning, middle and end flow.
I got the three Gs. Gross, Gruesome and Gorgeous. I love those three Gs. I shall strive harder to get more of them.
See, workshopping isn’t so bad. All that gloom and doom for nothing—the panic. What panic? I was just working the tension. Alright. I know you know. Even though I have great workshoppers I still get the jitters. Sometimes I feel nauseous and other times I find myself holding my breath. But no matter how much constructive criticism I get, I move forward. I get over the nerves and decide which advice to follow, which advice to think about and which advice to ignore.
I’ve applied for a Mentorship program. Now that’s a reason to feel nervous. Wish me luck.