Green

Yesterday when I realized I got the job I was like yay!

I was kind of excited.

But then today I was driving down the 405 and remembered the little girl who won a contest when she was 12 by writing a story about her dad. I think that was when I decided I wanted to be a writer.

So here I am, so many years later, finally getting an opportunity to prove I deserve to be here. In the meeting I was told I wrote amazingly well for someone so green. Green? I wrote my first book when I was 9 and sold it to some girl for 5 cents. It was about how a girl could get a boy to like her. I used to make up stories about my stuffed animals and draw up a newspaper for the town they lived in. Most kids were playing with Legos. I was inventing news with this old ass typewriter my parents gave me as a toy. I have a masters degree in creative writing.

And yet I'm still very green to some degree. We're all a little green, aren't we? Even if you write something brilliant, don't you have moments where you wonder if it's garbage? I would think so. But I think she meant I was green because I'm new to screenwriting when compared to every other working writer. I'm a nobody. I write pretty well for a nobody.

So when I was driving down the 405 thinking about how badly I wanted to be a writer, I started randomly cheering. There may also have been some singing along with the radio.