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When I was 24 years old, I decided I wanted to learn screenwriting.
I was a playwright then with a few local productions, but I really loved the movies. It was clear screenplays were the way to go.
I had taken a few stabs at it before, but I didn’t like the result.
So I did what I tended to do back then.
I went all in and devoted myself to learning something new.
This was 1994, and I was still living in Texas. There was no internet and no online classes. Only a few books were around, and there was no "screenwriting community."
Screenplays themselves were hard to come by.
I moved to Austin, and I rented a small room in a house so I could do two things:
Unfortunately, I was also smoking two packs a day, and my room did not have a window that could open. The air mattress I slept on had a small leak, and I had to blow it up it every night.
A friend called my room "the coffin."
It was the kind of life you can only live in your 20s, and with a start-up you believe in. In this case, the start-up was my career.
I went in equipped with this: