I feel strange and weird, and part of it is frustration and seething over something going on in our business (someone who wasn't competent costing us money on a big project), and some of it is just not being able to focus on what to work on. Part of that problem is that little things happen for the scripts which sound good but mean nothing, but the sounding "good" part keeps trying to rev up the "hope" part and the common sense knows-it-means-nothing part is smacking around the hope part because geez, it's really pretty much impossible to sell a spec, so be real. If that makes any sense at all, we're probably both in trouble.
The sounds good but means nothing: The agent sneaked the new script to someone, though I don't know how that will turn out; a producer who'd read it called her and loved it, though I don't think that producer has the funds to do anything; a friend and I talked last night -- she works for the head of production of a major studio -- and she wants the scripts because she wants to watch the tracking boards and make sure the new one's getting positive spin, and she's in a position to help with that... and the romantic comedy one -- well, she knows a lot of people she can mention it to, who might be interested... all of which mean a great big zero sales wise (though I appreciate the positives and my friend's efforts.)
I have stared at the screen tonight, thinking if I could just work, just focus, I would at least feel productive. Instead, I'm at that annoyed, bitchy, frustrated level where I'm certain everything I write just sucks and I should be breaking rocks for a living.
That, and I am seriously craving chocolate. (sigh)
Posted by toni at February 10, 2004 01:57 AM