Hocus Pocus Focus

I am so focused on my writing right now. Probably the most since I relocated to LA. Admittedly, I had to end a few bad habits – and voila – I can focus. I had been self-sabotaging myself and allowing every little thing to distract me. No more. Or at least for the moment. I am concentrated on my writing. The rewrite in particular.

I feel like I am running against the clock on this one because my script is similar to a best-selling author’s book that was optioned by a producer and will undoubtedly be made into a movie after his other best-seller is turned into a movie. The script for his first book is currently in pre-production with a top-notch director and screenwriter attached (ten years in the making, though). Surprisingly, the producers are aware of the author’s new book, which is the same subject matter as my script, but don’t seem to be concerned about it. However, I am.

Of course, parallel development happens all the time in Hollywood. Unfortunately, though, with every commercial script I’ve written, there have been others like it already sold and/or in circulation around town. What’s that saying -- always the bridesmaid, never the bride? Alas, one of these days, I’m gonna catch that fucking bouquet and be the fucking bride.

PS: my car troubles are over. At least for the moment. The front brake pads and rotors needed to be replaced, not to mention two belts and the passenger side automatic lock. Almost four figures later -- cha-ching!