After an intense two weeks of revisions on my script of Dig Down, I definitely found myself enjoying the downtime afforded to me now that I wasn’t staring down the barrel of a deadline. My phone consultation to review the screenplay had been on March 10th, and because I couldn’t submit it before midnight because of the obstacles I described in the previous blog post, I submitted my final entry in the wee hours of the 25th, the day before the final entries were due.
I enjoyed the ability to relax after pushing myself to that level of rewrites, and I had a strong sense of satisfaction. I felt I had left everything out there when making the edits. There would be no second guessing of ‘Should I have also made those revisions’ or ‘I wish I had taken the time to do…’.
Don’t get me wrong, as a writer you’ll always debate decisions you make and weigh them against the creative choices you didn’t take. But when I’m speaking to is a belief that I had addressed every area that could be improved that was covered on the call, and what I had spotted while reading and re-reading my script through the editing process. While I don’t think I or anyone ever makes all the right choices, I can at least say confidently that I worked to improve them as best I could.
What a difference the rest of this weekend was compared to the previous. There wasn’t any resemblance to the twelve hour days of writing with the constant interruptions of going down to the basement to empty out the ever filling bucket of water. The only exertion I faced was Sunday morning when I got back on the indoor track to run, the first time all week that my writing schedule had permitted it. That’s honestly all I remember from that weekend.
All I had to do now was sit back and wait for the notification of the results. And that wouldn’t be long.
The deadline for the contest was Sunday night. I would get the results Tuesday.