Yesterday was the first day of the new semester. I have a schedule to die for. Junior English first, Senior English second (At the moment it's filled with 45 kids but that will change I really really hope) and Yearbook fourth, although they have apparently decided to make yearbook a dumping ground for kids who have nowhere to go. No matter; I convinced them it would be awesome. By the end of the class period I had them all begging me to be editors.
That's why I can't wait to get to pitch. John August posted recently about superpowers, but I've already got mine. Infectious Enthusiasm. I'm an insanely positive person and when I get excited about something I make it hard for other people not to get excited too. It's my special gift. And I don't even drink caffeine. It's why I can convince the kids that they do like to read after all, or that essays are kind of fun in their own way. Okay, maybe not all of them. But I've converted a fair share.
I'm ready to pitch. I figure if I treat it like a class I can't fail. So I'll bring in a white board and some markers and do a lesson plan on my screenplay. I can't lose. I've got enough spec TV episodes and a ton of ideas ready to go. Now I just need an executive producer to pitch. Any minute now.
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