Receiving an invitation to a local screenwriting class seemed fortuitous as the teacher had actual Hollywood experience.
When the teacher returned the script I submitted for evaluation, there was so much red it looked like it was bleeding. I was crushed! – until I realized that when I listened to the criticism and made changes, my work became drastically better!
Is the bluesy Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 a drug song? Or is it, by the musician who faced public outcry when he switched from folksy acoustic to electric, about artistic criticism? Tony Attwood and I (and possibly the adulterous Bible woman) vote for criticism!