You know I have to put a qualifier in here… My screenwriting career, such as it was…
Anyway, once upon a time a big Hollywood producer had a bored overnight guest and after a sweet interlude in bed this young lady wandered through his house looking for something to read. She plucked my script from a pile on the floor, sat herself down on a couch with views to the ocean, and began to read. She didn’t respond to Mr. Hollywood’s entreaties to return to the bedroom. She ignored him when he appeared by the couch, coffee and muffins in hand. When he finally did achieve the lady’s attention she closed the pages that had put her in thrall, placed the script in his hands and said, “You need to buy this.”
I don’t even know her name but I hope she’s the head of a studio now.
