It was an experience...

The Indie Gathering is done, and dozens of awards were handed out at the final ceremony. I made myself stay, telling myself it was a show of support, when all I wanted to do was head home. I've gotten to where I hate being in crowds, and during most of the festival, I kept to myself. The few people I did talk to, we kept it on a very surface level.

The actor I connected with, from LA, Patrick Hampton, won a couple for his scripts. He's a very motivated young man. If I'd had a third of his energy and push and positive attitude, I'd be like Steven Spielberg. We swapped scripts and I'll read his, tomorrow.

The actor from NYC, Saba, also got a couple of awards, but I didn't get a photo of him. He's a networker, times ten, and very sure of himself.

A lot of the support of this festival was aimed at Ohio filmmakers, of which there seem to be a lot. What's funny is how few of them bothered to show up to accept awards for their projects. Made me glad I stayed.

Congratulations to Patrick and Saba, and all the other winners.

Accepting my award wasn't painful. It now can go next to the first one I got, from The Houston International Film Festival...way back in 1990. I've had that one so long, it needs to be re-gilded. I should put up a photo.

12 of my scripts have now officially either won, almost won, or placed well in competitions 33 times.

I know that should mean something, but it was a tiresome drive and I just want to shower and hit the sack.