Sunday, January 9, 2011
Oh, the joys and sorrows...
Unsurprisingly, I have the slightest twinge of nervousness about tomorrow. I don't think I will ever get used to the pressure of pitching an idea. Pitching is a lot more than just a simple presentation. I guess it's because you're not only presenting: you're offering something, and that suggestion more often than not comes from your heart.
And if it's rejected - wow. It's like breaking up with someone.
I was exaggerating.
But it's definitely not a pleasant feeling.
If it's justified I can accept it though. It's just... well, some people are unpredictable. One man's meat is another man's poison.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I still love writing stories and I still find the whole process fun (starting, reworking, and so on), but pitching... let's just say it's not quite my cup of tea. Yet. After all I did spend 15 years keeping mum about any random bursts of inspiration I might've had.
And because I'm so awesome, I only realized in half my ideas, the characters had little to nothing at stake 30 minutes ago. And I had almost two days to realize that. Aren't I awesome?
Time to rework those faulty episodic summaries again.
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