I've been looking back on my adventure in Hollywood, culling pages from my journal...
December began with feedback from Joel Simon on my script “Dashing Dan.” He didn’t “get” it. Too broad. Wouldn’t know how to sell it. But, hey, call anytime.
I called that agency. I got a Vanessa Howle, who was in desperate need of a receptionist, as she kept interrupting our conversation constantly. She seemed fixated on “Kringle” and was dismissive of the idea of a “production guy” showing it around. Said I still need an agent (duh). I never got to ask if she wanted me or the script, but she wanted to know who saw the script, wants me to “reformat” it, and maybe rework it a bit. So I put her on hold (metaphorically) for the moment.
I called that agency. I got a Vanessa Howle, who was in desperate need of a receptionist, as she kept interrupting our conversation constantly. She seemed fixated on “Kringle” and was dismissive of the idea of a “production guy” showing it around. Said I still need an agent (duh). I never got to ask if she wanted me or the script, but she wanted to know who saw the script, wants me to “reformat” it, and maybe rework it a bit. So I put her on hold (metaphorically) for the moment.
