In college I joined a writing group to read and review each other’s screenplays. I knew mine was terrible and was looking for whatever help I could get. The problem was that the others all thought they had written masterpieces. They had not.
One of the writers wrote this movie that was basically an episode of Welcome Back Kotter, only with a lot of swearing. I was the only one who told him how bad it was. Right after graduation he moved to Hollywood. Six months later he killed himself, because he hadn’t sold a script yet. What a loser.