It’s been over two months since I finished the last draft of the script. Two months of waiting. Two months of wondering. Two months of holding my breath and biting my tongue and going deep to find the few shreds of patience I was born with. They have been two of the longest months in the history of time.
What I do know is that the money people have what they need and we should hear soon. “Soon” in Hollywood can equal anything from two hours to two years. I’ll keep you posted.
(And they wonder why writers drink.)
In the meantime, I’m writing a new script. Finally. I’m hoping to get it done within two weeks. Really. Why not? I feel the need to make up for that lost time somehow.