January 12th, 2009

Work on the Buffalo Bill book continues. I’ll have it done and out to the publishers by the middle of next month. I’ll have to set the material aside next Thursday. I’m supposed to be in Los Angeles to discuss a couple of scripts I’ve written that have been optioned. But I think my actual presence could only hurt the situation. I’d like to see things move along a little faster, but my heart isn’t as into the process as it used to be. I used to be so enamored of the industry. I didn’t realize luck played such an important part of getting a job. Lucky I’ve never been. My lucky number is four billion, which usually doesn’t come in handy when you?re say, gambling. “Come on, four billion?” I think there’s roughly four billion scripts my screenplays are competing against so you’d think my number would come up more often. It’s basically an industry for people (and by people I mean women writers) in their 20s and 30s. I’m fighting fifty?which is too old for gymnastics and Hollywood. I’m not complaining? (although I can see how one might think I am)? it just is. There’s a Star Trek convention going on the same time I’m in town, maybe I’ll forego any meetings and attend that event instead and just people watch. The crowds fascinate me. I never really understood the people who participate so fervently in those conventions. I mean, I like Mary Tyler Moore too, but I don’t rent out a big hall and dress up like Rhoda. I might feel differently about all of this tomorrow. In the meantime, I’m glad I’ve got Buffalo Bill.