Yesterday I got a call from my agent, Amy. She’s brilliant. She’s been talking to director SA about my screenplay, Damages. Evidently, he loves it. SA’s agent doesn’t yet, because he hasn’t read it, but he will. So far, everyone who has read Damages, has sat down to read ‘some of it’ and then suddenly found themselves at the end, an hour later. In fact, the best compliment it’s been paid was by my potential Producer who said he was traveling, in New York, when he drew a bath, and put Damages into the pile of magazines he would read while soaking. He picked Damages up first, and then found himself an hour later sitting in a cold bath, ‘riveted’, he said. ‘Riveted’. I’ve heard the word a thousand times, but never like that.
So when SA’s agent loves it, and the Producer agrees to it, we’ll meet about rewrites, and about casting. Whom we’d like to approach, etc. That will be fun.
So we continue along the long and winding road that leads, or doesn’t lead, to the movie theater. Hopes are up now. Hopes could be dashed, only to be up again. It’s hard to say where it will lead and when, but like breathing, I can’t live without it.