November 24, 2007

The ICANPITCH pitch session was pretty much as demeaning and exhilarating as I’d expected. After a morning filled with “You Can Do It—The Little Engine That Could” type seminars, the writers were grouped and regrouped every five minutes throughout the afternoon.

A bell was rung and the writers made their way to a producer to convince said producer to look at a script, or at least ask for more information in order to decide if they might want to read the script, before the bell was rung again five minutes later, ending the session.

It was gruesome. Yet at the end of the day, along with a massive headache, I had three requests for the script, or at least a one-page rundown of the script, to be sent to three of the four producers I spoke with.

I guess it was fine as things went, but never again. Thanks much.