We all spent months of our lives fiddling with the typewriter margins – and later, the margins in AppleWorks and Microsoft Word – to make our term papers look longer. Some of the margins were so pathetically large that teachers would actually dock points for believing them to be fools.
And now, in Hollywood, everyone’s script is always too long. The first thing a manager/agent/writing partner will tell you is “this thing needs to lose ten pages.” And so there you are again, this time in Final Draft, messing with the margins in a desperate attempt to make the piece appear smaller.
What is the poetry here? We spend our youth extending that which is small, and our adulthood truncating that which is too large. What lesson am I to take away from this?