Leo wasn’t a writer. He painted. But the flyer’s fine print read: Any visual medium accepted. Submit a 5-minute video pitch.
He typed back: “My rate is $5,000 for the workshop license. If that works for you, I’d love to collaborate. If not, no hard feelings.” Starving Artist Script
They paid within the hour.
Now stop starving. Start stating.
One Tuesday, while hunting for loose change in his coat pocket, he found a crumpled flyer: Leo wasn’t a writer