It's very important to me to have a second draft finished the day before a script is due. No stress, I polish first thing in the morning and send. Last week was simply more chaotic than I planned, heavily influenced by a mystery illness that knocked me out and stole my voice for five days. What can I even do about that? Hence I had only written one of two B*rbie episodes by Thursday. I was eager to spring away Friday, rush to a cafe, pound at my keyboard. I was nervous I wouldn't make the 5 PM deadline. But wouldn't you know it? With a caramel glace on the table and my Puhg across from me, the story flowed easily. I'd also set myself up for success with a clear outline. I've also been writing for these characters for two years. I finished the draft, revised, proofed. Submitted five hours early. Brand loved it.
I just don't believe in myself (in some ways). But maybe it's worked to my benefit. It happened again this week. I had a pitch Tuesday and a (small) list of revisions to make beforehand. I couldn't get to it over the weekend and wrung my hands all Monday morning on a return road trip. Finally Monday afternoon I opened the doc, imagining myself staying up all night. I finished everything in two hours. The pitch went great.
First week of my cruise tour, we had a producer from S____ C___ aboard. At a cast lunch in Mexico I asked him how I could be promoted when I got back to land. MB snapped a chip, Bern flipped his baseball cap. The producer kind of stuttered and vaguely answered there are auditions and lists and whatever. The subject was changed. Later MB told me, as we got into pjs in our tiny underwater tomb, "You just asked. You just asked." I still don't understand why it was so awkward. I didn't know! What was I supposed to do? Never find out?
Been so inspired since I watched Rocketman a few days ago. Lately no matter what I try to do, I end up googling Elton John, reading old interviews.
Don't wish it away / don't look at it like it's forever.
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