Screenwriting contests suck.
Heck, all art-contests suck. They take something that's mostly unquantifiable (art) and they rank it. Which is just, y'know, rank. For artists, the process of entering contests is painful, fraught with anxiety, and usually ends with a lot of muttering under the covers about how the system is rigged, and what do you expect in a world where Donald Frickin' Trump is a "serious" candidate for U.S. President?
For this and other reasons, I hate screenwriting contests and have sworn not to enter them after this year. Still... it's pretty swell to be able to report that:
MY SCRIPT "MARLENE THE DIVINE" IS NOW A SEMI-FINALIST IN BOTH THE PAGE SCREENWRITING CONTEST AND THE NICHOLL FELLOWSHIP!!!
As if that weren't cool enough, in the semifinalist round of the Nicholl Fellowship all scripts are read by four members of the Academy (the people who do the Oscars). This year, two hundred Academy members have volunteered, of which around twenty-five percent have either won an Oscar or been nominated for one.
So right this very second, an Oscar-winner could be reading my script!!!
Pretty cool, right?
Also, not-cool, because I submitted very nearly the first draft of the script to the Nicholl (to meet their deadline), and I'm now four drafts further into it and GROANING that it's possible that Steven Freakin' Spielberg could be reading what I now think of as a vastly-inferior draft. Ouch!
Zero complaints, though.
Onward and upward!
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