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This is just a final reminder for all you champion procrastinators destined to log in and register last minute for this event for next weekend, only to wonder why you keep getting “the eye” from security for not having signed up soon enough to get a name badge printed. There, I’ve said it. Here’s the link: mckeestory.com
I think I managed to convince someone at brunch today to attend the McKee Story Seminar taking place on March 28-30 in New York. I peddle this man quite a bit. Sometimes I think too much, but to be honest real instructors are just hard to find. I’m considering taking a few other seminars to contrast, but the McKee one is definitely a classic. Required, hard-boiled old Casablanca fan going over structure and the classic techniques that have long faded from what used to be common knowledge in Hollywood. It brings a little glamour and style back that was a story staple during the heyday of decades past.
It’s also a thankful notion that other students of structure have shown up to buffer the weight with the new seminars springing up out there, but like all good researchers it’s important to recognize the classic difference in someone who is giving you their information first hand. Perhaps the whole point of a true study in structure is to recognize that all story is translated and re-modernized versions of the human condition, but seriously, the guy is good. He will refocus your writing just like a chiropractic body slam. If that scares you, be gone, muffin.
Most people don’t mind though. There are much worse places to hang out than the DGA theater, and as long as you’re not idiot enough to sit in the first row under the air conditioner of doom, and you pack a sweater and some red bull, it will be the best three day spa treatment you would-be novel or screenplay has ever had.
I mean let’s face it, if you’re about to shovel out $600 to go to a writing seminar, that story owns you. You are wipped. But of course it could be worse. Typically people wipped by their art aren’t nearly as wipped by their boyfriends or mistresses.
Meanwhile the wind is howling, and I’ve got a final draft to tuck out. Don’t bother with extra software, just go to the seminar.
