I didn’t do much of my own writing there, but I did get an inside look at the industry and it very much appealed to me. I felt at home at the studio. I got to rewrite other people’s scripts occasionally, and sometimes I even got to help aspiring artists like myself. All the studio mail crossed my desk before it got to the producers. I filtered out any junk mail, filed the resumes and threw out the bills. On this particular day it was the resume of a young student editor I was looking at. On the first page of the resume was drawn a huge brain with wavy lines coming out of it. The caption below read, Help me, my brain is exploding! I smiled. This person had my attention and I turned the page wanting to know more. I have been beating my head against a brick wall trying to gain some real editing experience. As I read on, sympathising with how hard it was to get a break at doing what you are passionate about, I found myself walking into my boss’ office. The studio was installing a small editing suite downstairs, so I figured they’d probably be looking for editors.
