Kaufman had to start somewhere

I've been screenwriting for about 13 years now (geez, is it really that long) It only seems like yesterday that I had that kick ass dream that would make the greatest movie ever told. 3 years and 160 pages later, I finished my first ever screenplay. It was tailor made for the Muscles From Brussels himself, Jean Claude Van Damme or even the great Arnie could do it justice.

It was a work of art. Long, flowing prose, voiceovers, flashbacks, telephone conversations. It was perfect. Strangely enough, it didn't go down well with my friends. What do they know? Kaufman had to start somewhere.