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Today I am happy

After the hideousness that was pitching 4 weeks ago I had to do it all again last night and I was absolutely dreading it. 

Since I signed up to my Masters I have been worrying about the 19th March.  On Honeymoon in October I vividly remember counting down the months until I had to pitch my entire film to strangers.  On Sunday I had about an hour's sleep and during that hour I had a dream about it all going wrong.

Well...last night was The Pitch.

And I think it went well.  It could have been better (everything could always be better in my pessimistic brain) but I communicated the genre, character needs and story line in a coherent fashion and got positive feedback afterwards.  They could picture it on the big screen and thought the characters were well developed. 

There were questions over who the intended audience is and as soon as I started searching for an answer I proved their point that I have a problem in that area.

But if I work on it more (always more, more, more) then I can answer that pesky question and hopefully create a good piece of work that I would like to see in the pictures myself. 

So to cut a long story short...

Today I am happy.

- Photo by Mark Seliger, Vogue Germany
                                

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