On a non-screenwriting note, last week at Thanksgiving, I tried something new. I ran in a Turkey Trot in Southport. It was unseasonably warm--in the 50s, sunny, a perfect Fall morning.
The run starts in this classic New England town center, Nearly 3,000 people gathered. Some wore turkey hats, some were dressed as pilgrims, one woman dressed as Pocahontas. I wore my t-shirt supporting the striking writers.
I met up with some folks I knew. Krista, a friend from work, was there with her whole family, along with her Father-in-law and sister-in-law. Of course, I confused her with her twin sister, Alyssa, who I talked to for several minutes before realizing it wasn't Krista I was talking to. Oops.
The run took place on roads set between the mansions lining the ocean and the shoreline. Amazing. I did okay for the first half-mile or so, then alternated between running and walking the rest of the way. Toward the end, the running intervals grew shorter.
Luckily, I'd only set two goals:
1. Finish
2. Don't come in last
I succeeded on both counts, finishing in just over 1:09. About 50 people came in behind me. And, while I was sore the next day, it was worth it. From here, I figure I'll do some training and try to cut about 20 minutes off my time for next year.
The important thing, like writing, is to avoid self-censorship and put yourself out there in the world. If you don't finish that half-written script, you're just like everyone else who wonders what could have been if you'd just taken another step...
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