I submitted my screenplay to the festival last night. I have never been more nervous in my life. It feels like there’s a hole in my gut filled to the brim with writhing snakes, making me feel sick. It started last night and the feeling hasn’t let up a bit since. I am well aware that I’m not going to win anything and that’s okay. Obviously, I hope I at least get a nod, but I’m not getting the money, but I’m not in it for the money I guess. I just want my notes back; I want the judges to read my script and tell me how to improve it so I can revise it and, hopefully, sell it one day. That’s the plan.