"Nothing like coming home to a rejection letter," texted a friend tonight. He's talking about the WB Writers Workshop - and yup, I got one too. It's becoming an annual thing! Maybe next year I'll send myself flowers.
Congrats to all those who are finalists, as well as the top 5% who've been invited to a seminar. I'm not about to begrudge anyone his or her success. We're not competing. I mean, we kind of are. We're competing for fellowships and workshops and staff gigs and assistant gigs and the time and attention of Influential People. But our writing itself isn't really competing. It does no good to sit around and fill yourself with tequila and talk about how much you suck. It also does no good to theorize about how everybody else had better connections, or that you spec'd too unknown of a show, or that your resume isn't impressive enough. The only thing that will do any good is to keep writing. So this script didn't rise to the top of the pile. Focus on your next one. Write the script that'll get you there. Write the story only you can tell.