Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Around 9:20 this morning I went up on stage, stared into a bunch of bright lights, behind which were hiding about 200 people, and started murmuring into the microphone. Now that it's over, I can relax and enjoy the rest of the festival.

I don't mind getting up in front of people, but doing it with a four minute time limit is rough. I actually managed to remember my entire pitch without spacing out once. The hard thing was remembering to breathe.

I hope I answered the jury's questions intelligently. Or, at least, intelligibly. I'm sure I gave an impression of knowing the answer; whether I communicated my answer well, Lord (and possibly wcdixon, I guess) knows.

I think the pitch went off well, though I can't say I've heard from any broadcasters or producers. I don't think any of my fellow pitchers have, really. I have had interest from some very good producers and one top director who's superenthusiastic -- that's based on pitching the same project retail.

We'll see who wins the award tomorrow. But the real award I'm hoping for is someone hiring me to write the damn pilot. That will prove it's a viable concept, I believe; but more importantly, I just want to write it.

More meetings (and even some master classes) soon!

3:13 PM

1 Comments:

Alex...I was planning to attend pitch...until a meeting from yesterday had to reschedule for 9am this morning and I had to take it. So sorry I missed, but I hear good things (Banff schmooze speak)

By  wcdixon, at 7:12 PM  

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