Let me just say that trying to sell a screenplay is exhausting. In fact, I would say it’s more tiring than actually writing the script. Not that this is really news. Pitching a script is sort of like pavement-pounding over hot coals barefoot...in the middle of the Sahara desert with no sunscreen. I guess that must mean that I’m somewhat masochistic in wanting to be a writer, and even more so, for wanting to be a screenwriter. Nevertheless, I march on with whatever tattered optimism I have left.
Between pitching and writing, I would rather be writing -- any day. The ideas are always floating in my mind and I let them incubate as long as is necessary. However, at some point, I have to sit down to type the ideas out. This poses a problem. It's not the writing that is particularly difficult, it’s the sitting. See, I’m not a sitter. I’m usually bustling with activity like a hummingbird.
So, if I’m planning to write and I actually sit down in front of the computer without hopping up 50 times, a la Nicolas Cages' character in Adaptation, I consider that writing session to already be a success.
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