Wow. Three days ago one of my films hit the shelves. The critics proclaimed that it was "heartfelt and genuine" and "a perfect little film." (Okay, both quotes were from the same critic, but you get the point.)
I was starting to get a little carried away. Fortunately, my sense of perspective was restored by my old friend:
I have been blogging about the my recent pitch. I have sent my new script out to various production companies. I have received my first response today.
The director of development didn't like it. He thought the script was well thought out but they felt they had seen all of the characters before and that the ending was oh so predictable.
I suppose I should be devastated. This company actually made some real movies. Ones that actually played in the theaters. I would have been delighted if they wanted to make it, but they didn't. I should be sad, but I'm not. Why? Because rejection is part of the business. If you can't handle it, you should consider another line of work.
I actually respected the fact that the guy bothered to write back and say what he didn't like about the script. Most of the time you just never hear from them, and, six or seven years later, you assume they weren't interested.
I can handle rejection. I got quite a bit of it back when I was dating.
Time to send out more pitches.
Somebody else might like it.
It's happened before.