It’s… Repped?

Y’know that manager I’ve been talking to? Well, he called yesterday and began, “So, I read POOL BOY over the weekend. I want you to know, I still think you’re a really great writer.”

Uh-oh. This can’t end well…

He pointed out – accurately – that my story lacks conflict and we talked about that. He felt my structure was good (thanks Blake!) and he still digs my voice.

Then he surprised me by saying that after reading it, he’s even more excited to work with me.

Um… what?

He asked my permission to send both POOL BOY and EROTIC MUSINGS OF AN AMERICAN HOUSEWIFE out and then pitched me an idea they came up with in-house that they thought would work great with my voice. I sparked to the idea, we riffed, and suddenly I’m developing a project with a manager and a WGA signatory producer attached.

How did this happen? I’m not in L.A. I’m not 20. I didn’t go to film school.

But I wrote. And I got discouraged and I bitched and wished I could quit. And I killed my darlings and learned to love it. I wrote and rewrote and reinvented and reimagined and reincarnated until I could distinguish my good work from my bad. And finally, when even in deepest self-deprecation I had to admit the writing was pretty good, I knew it was time to put my work and myself out there.

It'll be fun to see what happens next. Isn’t Life just the coolest ride?