So, as my brother has a blog now, my tuckus is kicked into updating my own.
There's not a lot to say, though.
Brought the laptop to school today, and during my downtime I poked at my screenplay from last year and a TV spec I wrote. After coming to the conclusion that these things don't suck, I then attempted to get up the nerve to email a manager who spoke in my class last week. He promised that he would read anything we sent them...
It's odd. I know my writing is good, especially in comparison to much of the other material out there. But I'm feeling rather timid about this whole process of getting an agent.
That's something I haven't written much about - life post-graduation, Liz vs. the Industry, aka Please please please be my agent and represent me and find me paying work as a writer!
For another day. Now, I must work. And watch Angel. Only two days late!