results are in

No go. But, I'm content with the outcome. Going in, I understood what kinda screenplay it was. It's not a writer's screenplay. It's a visual transliteration, or ...literal transvisualization? The script was only a means for myself, a map for a visual narrative so embedded in my conceptual mind that rhetorically fleshing it out seemed superfluous, and consequently more difficult. That doesn't bode particularly well for a screenwriting contest. The only thing that kinda wounds me is that I didn't make the list of quarter-finalists. That irks me a little. But, it never comes easy. And, All I Need still stands on its own as a beautiful time-capsule of early New Sincerity. I hope the winners are deserving, and take this opportunity to create art with purpose.