Way on back when I was in college (UNC-CH Class of '77), or soon thereafter, I saw a copy of Esquire and on the cover was a photo of a monkey at a typewriter, surrounded by stacks of screeplays. The headline was something like "Is anyone out there not writing a screenplay?" At the time, I was trying to write my first screenplay, High Cotton.
And that Esquire article made me realize the futility of my efforts, if I expected to get anywhere with it. In fact, I did not get anywhere, and I… Continue