Sold!

It's has been a long time since I've written to all of my fellow artists, and I apologize. Life has been a rollercoaster the last couple of months, with my mood being tampered with from all directions. Everything between a break-up and a script sale has caused me to feel anything but moderate in my state of mind.

Let me begin with the good news. My writing partner and I sold our horror film "Hurt" to the makers of Halloween, on Halloween, four hours prior to the WGA strike deadline. We signed our contracts and faxed them from the Sunset Blvd Staples. Now, if that isn't a Hollywood story, I don't know what is.

We spent the previous two days on the roof of my building drinking Buds and pacing in nervous anticipation as our managers and lawyer went back and forth with producers trying to hammer out a deal. Though this may sound exciting, it was more of a twisted sort of torture. Having had come close to things before and being lied to endlessly, I really felt this could have been another fluffing. But it finally happened.

I called my mother and actually cried. I cried because I was emotionally spent. Not just from the few days prior, but because of the few years prior. Hollywood does not make anything easy. For those of you who think it is a simple phone call that tells you you've won the lottery, you're wrong. It tempers you, slowly. I now understand why the walls are built so high. You have to really want this. You have to want to get better at it.

I can't tell you how many times I just wanted to pack it in. But if you want to scale that wall, and peer over the other side, the producers will finally take notice. It's really quite Darwinian. I should have been really excited, but they've broken me. And what was the first thing I wanted to do? Get back to writing. Okay, maybe I had me a wee glass of champagne.

As for the bad news, well, I'll keep that to a minimum. Relationships are difficult at best. I've tried real hard to make a life for myself out here while I pursue my dreams. I finally decided to pick one girl and it didn't pan out. Hollywood can also tamper with the best of relationships.

As for other crappy news, I'll Blog on the strike next week after I've spent some time on the picket lines.

Best,
Anthony