The outline is done, and I’ve even managed a revision. Now, I’m angling for feedback from my classmates, so I can polish the outline some more.
I pull back the rod, whip it forward, listen to the reel whirr as the line flashes out across the pond and the lure sinks into the water.
It’s all about the anticipation. Because sometimes the reality doesn’t live up to the expectation.
“What do you mean I need to gut my outline?” “Of course there’s action in there… somewhere…” “It’s not fat, it’s big-boned!”
I’m pleased with what I’ve accomplished so far, but I’m not fooling myself: it needs work.
To be positive it’s a heck of a lot better than the first outline I wrote for my first script.
It’s like the first time you ride a bike, or drive a car, or when you lose your cherry: it’s nerve wracking, and often messy, but it will never be that bad again. You learn, you get better, you develop skills, and you might even enjoy yourself.
I know how to change gears, indicate, and watch the road at the same time!
Er, what do you mean, reverse around a corner… over-take… parallel park…!
Next stop: the mysteries of tantric sex… perhaps followed by a spot of mountain biking.
Practice makes perfect!