I got coverage notes back for True Story of the Perfect 36 and now it’s time to do the rewrite.
The first thing I did, even though I didn’t really want to, was read the notes. They were thorough, thoughtful…and slightly painful.
But a writer has to have tough skin, so I read the notes a second time and let the words battle it out in my brain for several days.
Those words! They’re not always nice to each other. The battle got rather vicious at times. I put up with it as long as I could, but I finally had to slam the door closed. I couldn’t focus with all that noise!
Not that one flimsy little door blocks out everything. I had a rough weekend, with all those crashes and booms that let me know the war of the words was still alive and well.
Then this morning, all was calm on the battle front. So I took a deep breath, opened the door, and read the notes a third time.
Now, I have a plan. If all goes well, I’ll soon have a shiny new screenplay that can bring a sparkle to any eye.
All I need to do is write a new beginning, tighten up the middle, chop off the end, and revisit the dialogue.
No biggie.
Hmm.
I’m sure my plan will work, I really am.
But why does this rewrite feel like an avalanche waiting to happen?