Quarter-Finalist!

Lately I've been battling through a mild case of divorce, a stink bug infestation, and the stupidity involved with wrecking* my convertible so it's nice to be able to pat myself on the back and recognize that brighter futures lie ahead.

I just found out that I made it to the quarter-finals of the American Zoetrope screenplay competition. This marks the third time I've received recognition for my work on Win (the first two being top 15% in Nicholl and top 10% (2nd rounder) at Austin). It feels good to have the external affirmation that I'm on the right path. It also lets me know that Win lacks something required to get it to the next level. I've known about its deficiencies for awhile, and I'm certain I can remedy them in a future draft.

It's about time I get out of my non-writing funk and start dispensing nouns and verbs in a more meaningful way. Life has thrown some curveballs my way, but that's no excuse to step out of the batter's box.

Time to swing away.


* Ok, so that's a bit of an exaggeration. It's not wrecked, but bashed enough to be towed to a car infirmary for the better part of a month.