After so much feedback on my scripts that my work is good, but too literary, I decided to write a novel. I’m almost done with a second draft and it feels better than writing a script. I must admit that I am a mild narcissist and writing a novel feeds that demon.
Two people very close to me read that first fragile draft and their criticism didn’t kill my confidence. I think this is a good sign. Another good sign as I close on the second draft is that I’m feeling much better about the story I want to tell, I feel more comfortable in these pages than I did in the last draft. It’s like getting used to a new home.
What isn’t comfortable is trying to decide how to market the book. I went to school for writing, not business, and now I realize I went about it all wrong. I’ve always been a writer, so I should have studied banal market reach, consumer bases, and branding. At the same time if I could do it all over again I would still go all in for that screenwriting degree. To this day I still want to punch those business majors in the face. I have nightmares that I will never get exposure because I have no idea how to seduce an audience. Those business majors with copies of their resumes at the ready and smug attitude knew this was coming to every art student to cross their path.