I wrote my first screenplay when I was 15. It wasn’t great—in fact, it was pretty bad. I didn't know the basic rules of structure or format. I had a sense of what storytelling was and the kind of stories I wanted to tell, but that was it. I also didn’t know that a first draft is never a finished script, but that is another story. The Naive Ambition Once I typed “The End,” I was (or so I naively thought) ready for production. Another thing I had no clue about. So, I took what I thought was the next step and researched production companies and their contact details. I'm talking about Disney, Warner Brothers, and Sony—because why not? I gathered their phone numbers and dialed long distance. Yes, I called all the major film studios directly by phone at a time when calling long distances was EXPENSIVE. The Cold Calls Out of all the calls, I managed to get through to three studios. For one of them, I was put through to the Department of Content and Development, where decisions are ma...
I’ve never felt more creative than when I was a teenager, and lately, I’ve been wondering why that was. It's not a single reason, of course, but I can pinpoint a few key factors. Firstly, I was in school. Every day, I attended a place where I could meet people, learn new things, and participate in group dynamics. Most importantly, I felt a sense of belonging among like-minded peers. High school and college created an environment where I felt safe and confident to imagine and create. I could write for long hours, often late at night or between classes and activities. It wasn’t something I forced; it just happened naturally. Being around real people and situations sparked inspiration for my stories. I wrote plays, novels, poems, screenplays—anything and everything. I didn’t always review or share my work, but I put it on paper and constantly sought stories everywhere. I don’t think I had more spare time than I do now as an adult, but somehow, I found the time to write. Which brings m...