First Micheline Steinberg.Then PFD.
Then Marchmont. Not once, but twice.
And last, but not least, Carnival Films.
Oh for a bottle of single malt.
"The rejection gods have it in for you today, my friend. " - Danny Stack.
Do you think????
Update: My dad phoned me earlier to let me know the vet had to put the cat down. It's a cruel, cruel world.
Further Update: A production company I sent three treatments to have requested a script. Ah, I knew there was some good news out there some where.
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This was all in one day? Jeez! Pour yourself a double when that single malt arrives.
Ouch. Strip naked, sit on a heap of ashes and curse the gods, who do have it in for you today.
Bugger. Keep sending stuff out. I know someone who got an agent after sending 200 scripts out. From these he got three meetings and two offers. So that was 197 rejections if my maths is right.
I have had days like this. You live to tell the tale. Honest.
You have to expect rejections. To expect people to read your script and ring you up and offer you a deal is just set yourself up for pain.
Yes, you do have to accept rejection.... but not all on the bloody same day!!!!!!!!
My day has been so comically tragic, I just had to laugh.
If you do not laugh then you cry young grasshopper. Caress the brown glass of beer and drink away your pain - then pass out, get a really fucking bad hangover, snap at your wife, go to work...and awake reborn some time around lunch time with a fry up.
It's now 2am Wednesday morning. I finished work, I'm on my second glass of wine, I have a bottle of vodka as back up, and I'm sat in front of my laptop doing actual proper writing.
I am reborn.....hear me ROAR!!!!!!!!
It's now 4.05 am. Too much wine and too much vodka.... hear me vomit!!!
Commiserations on the knockbacks. And on the hangover you probably have now.
Oh yes, quite a thumping headache, but I seem to have written loads last night and despite my drunken state it's not that bad.
Aha, now I know what your short-shorts entry was all about. Although it still worked when I didn't know what it meant. Commiserations on the rejections, and the hangover.
I've been rejected by every agent in Britain at least twice, it gets funny after a while. I once got rejected by an agent for a script I hadn't even written. I think they were just bored and felt they hadn't rejected me for a while.
Last Christmas I sent a load of agents Christmas cards. One of them sent theirs back. Even my Christmas cards aren't good enough.
Rejection always feels like a knock back; it's not, it's a step forward. Most writers go through hundreds of rejections before gaining any success; by getting five out of the way in one day, you're five rejections closer to your target.
At least you're sending stuff out; not sending anything to anyone is the real failure.
I am just starting to get the rejections in now
Sorry to hear about the bad day, but happy to read your subsequent posts that the bounce-back has begun!
Is it David Mamet or Stephen King who tells the story of being a door-to-door salesman, and getting through the job by thinking that if only 1 out of 100 cold calls was a success, then each rejection was a good thing because it got him nearer to the 100th knock on the door which would be a "yes"?
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