What A Day

Flew first thing this morning to LA. First-class, but of course. Rented a Mercedes at LAX (it was that or a gas guzzling SUV). Checked into the Peninsula. Unpacked. Made a few phone calls to confirm my appointments. Drove to West Hollywood for a breakfast meeting at an outdoor café with Mr. Producer. He “loved” my writing. Interested in “pursuing my script further”. What does that mean? No money? Drove over the hill to the Valley for a brief meeting with Mr. Agent I and II. They presented me with a contract and I signed it on the spot. Suppose I should have checked it over with an entertainment attorney first. Oh well, live and learn. They want to go to market with my next script, though. Love you guys! Drove to Toluca Lake to have lunch with a friend before my meeting at Universal with Steven Spielberg. Yep, thee Steven Spielberg (Steve, if you know ‘em well). He wouldn’t shake my hand. Germ phobic. Who knew? So he passed on my script, but wants me to consider another project to rewrite. Sure, I told ‘em, I’ll read the script and consider it (but of course I’m going to take the job! It’s Steven Spielberg for crying out loud! Not to mention I need the money). Drove down the freeway to Santa Monica for my next meeting with Mr. Manager and he presented me with a contract, too. That’s nice, but how about an offer on my horror/thriller? Keanu Reeves was meeting a friend for coffee right next to us. I wanted to lean over and tell him I hated CONSTANTINE, but alas, I kept my mouth shut. Drove to the Hollywood Hills next and met with a realtor to look at a house. Apparently, it once belonged to my favorite soap star, Finola Hughes. Cool beans. And fab view. Then drove back to West Hollywood to have drinks with Mr. Movie Star. Can’t say who, it’s top secret until he signs on the dotted line. Said he wanted me, I mean, my script to be his next project, before he did another line of coke. Great. Then got interrupted by a phone call, thank God, and it was Mr. Manager with an offer on my horror/thriller – high six figures against low seven!

And then I woke up.

How was your day?