Like that 1978 Alan Alda and Ellen Burstyn movie, my affair with the Nicholl Fellowship may very well be nothing more than a permanent annual fling that isn't really meant to amount to anything but is there to provide something delightful once a year for the rest of my capable life.
Who knows. Last year, my dink letter couldn't have come at a worse time and yet, how cool is it that we now have Brett's experiences to learn from should any of us follow in his -- whatever it is he wears on those big feet of his?
With no job right now, you'd think I'd be obsessing over the Nicholl again. Nope. Did that already. Time well wasted studying my weaknesses and trying to become a better screenwriter. This past few months, I've just been reading screenplays and watching movies.
As for the Nicholl, I may polish an old screenplay or two or finish up one or two I'm working on and I may not enter at all. I don't really don't know. Whatever happens, happens. Doris and Peter knew in Same Time Next Year that somebody would always be waiting for them at that quaint little inn on the coast in California. I don't know if there is a Nicholl waiting or me or not. Nobody does. But it's always there to work toward. I guess that's something.
7 comments:
Brett has certainly kick-started my determination.
This will be the year I get an honorable mention! (Just trying to be realistic)
Am I reading you right? Are you unemployed now? (Hope not -- unless that job really bringing you down)
Maryan, you SHOULD enter the Nicholls this year. Who knows maybe the right person at the right level will take a liking to you (which based on your natural wit and charm is a definate possibility) and then -- whallah your life changes forever!
I'm definately going the Nicholls, hopefully with two new scripts which I'm hard at work on right now: a romantic comedy AND that Johnny Depp script I told you about a couple of months ago...
I wish nothing short of God's best to Brett, AND all who place in the Nicholls. Hopefully he can cash in on his good fortune.
- E.C. Henry from Bonney Lake, WA
T, he's a giant red headed inspiration to us all.
E.C., Loved my job but sometimes things just don't work. Not sure about the Nicholl. We'll see how much writing I get done and which projects. I'm not going to obsess over it this year.
I dunno if I can stomach this much love and support. I might start praying for my own fiery demise just to have a contrasting POV on the books somewhere....
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if you don't get into the semi's at least, how can I drink champagne from your stiletto as promised?
Well, we can drink Yoohoo from my sneakers no matter what.
I always wanted to get drunk on your sole ha
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