March 18, 1998

Not Often Flustered

Even though my hair looks like I am.

I called the Rewrite class teacher to tell him I would drop off pages for him tomorrow, not today, since today I'm actually still writing pages. (I managed to get over my expository problems and get back on track with scenes. I also reread everything I've written to this point, and I'm pretty happy with it.)

Now, I shouldn't be surprised when someone says something like this to me, but I always am: he told me that he told two people--one at a studio, another at an agency--about my rewrite script. (I love this guy.)

The studio person was interested until the word "Ireland" came up (hopefully more of a problem with overseas logistics than with the country), and the assistant agent wants to see it when it's done.

I'm surprised when people do something for me that they don't have to. Many people say they're going to do something and don't; most people don't even offer.

I'm surprised when anybody takes an interest in my work. Duh, I know, that's why I'm here, to get people interested in me. But I'm always surprised when they do. Like I'm expecting to be ignored or something.

On the other hand, when people are interested, I also have the reaction of, Well, of course they are, what else is new? How I can be so egotistical and lack self-confidence at the same time I have no idea.

Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

Woke up too late today to go running. Argh! (And I slept for hours and hours last night, too. What's that all about?) I guess I could go for an evening run. But I'm going running tomorrow morning--no, really, I am.