I taught the last class of the semester of my NYU screenwriting class last night. It’s a mixed bag of emotions because on the one hand I no longer get to see my wonderful students each week but so happy they have their screenplays done. I’ve often thought that story ideas are like water banging against a dam and if you can just get that first story out of your head, the rest will whoosh out behind it.
Here’s hoping they will continue to update me on all of their future whooshing.
