So I get a little item in the mail yesterday. It’s from the Austin Film Festival. Remember this? I sent them ELEMENT because I could really use the prize money and it’s the world’s greatest unproduced script. I won’t provide you with the entire text of the letter, just the part that counts:
To summarize, “blah, blah, blah, blah, REJECTION! blah, blah, blah, buck up li’l Cowpoke, blah, blah, blah…”
But as my neighbor says, “At the end of a string of rejections is a YES. You just have to wait for it to arrive.” My neighbor also doesn’t allow whistling in her apartment because it upsets the spirits there.
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Bummer! Keep sending it out…try not to get too discouraged.
What do they know? Nuthin’
Yeah! What she said!