Typical Sunday Afternoon

Actually, far from it.

I'd called my brother. You know, to catch up, to see how the family was doing. That sort of thing. I figure, it's Sunday, why not? Reach out, touch someone. It's the least I could do! He'd left me a message over a week ago...

So we're talking and I ask him what he'd wanted. He couldn't remember. Glad I didn't call. Anyway, his memory finally sparks. “You interested in writing a screenplay?”

What? Was that a joke? He's joking. Right? “You're joking, right?”

“No.” He sounded serious, and knocks me for six with what he says next. His wife's sister has been “contracted” by an LA studio executive to write a “treatment” (I don't actually know what they're calling it these days). He says the studio also has to submit a suspense/thriller and is tapped for ideas, looking for a writer.

My brother mentions my name and that I'm “kind of” a writer. I'm not really, and have rejection slips to prove it. The studio exec asked him to query my interest anyway. Matt tells me the initial contract offers about, well, ten thousand for a basic plot and “overview”, then if they like it, they'd contract/pay me for a complete script and so on.

I think I was silent for some time, because he just kept saying my name.

All to say, I'm atounded! My brain aches from excitement. Me? A screenplay? Ten thousand?

This may not even materialize, he's contacting the exec later this week. But should it, and they contract me to plot a storyline, I still get the Ten Dimes, no matter if they like or hate the idea. How freakish is that! I love L.A.

We'll see how it turns out. I'm expecting... actually I'm expecting they accept and decline all at once. Hope and fear. Anticipation and anxiety. I can tell a story, and have lots of ideas. But as a screenplay? Well... we'll see. Maybe they just take my idea and run off with it themselves. Regardless, it's worth 10k to try. Can you imagine that? It's nuts. Just crazy! I can't. And if the exec agrees, I'm so in.