13 May 1998

A Nail Biter

Though I'm insanely proud of myself for not actually biting my nails.

Is Seinfeld over yet, goddammit?

Christ, you'd think that this was the end of civilization as we know it.

You want tension? Try this: Darin and I came home from Deep Impact last night and I found a phone message from the chick at ICM to whom I spoke to last week. I kept reminding myself, Phone calls are better than letters. Phone calls are good. Phone calls from major agencies...really good.

I called back, left a message. Called back this morning, left a message. She didn't call all day.

I finally called a third time and she answered the phone. She told me that while my Thesis Script was not her cup of tea, she really enjoyed my writing and wanted to see the other script I mentioned in my query letter.

Problem #1: I currently have two versions of that other script. I don't know which one to send.

This is a job for...Len! That or make a heavy decision myself.

Problem #2: I didn't mention my second script in my query letter to the other agency where I sent my script. Stupid. I won't make that mistake again.

And I forgot to mention that David Frazer from the UK discovered the current hiding place of Todd Napolitano's famed essay on Graphomania. You may recall that I have a Reply to said essay. Enjoy both.

Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

Raining today too. I want to go running!