“Not everyone is meant to make a difference. But for me, the choice to lead an ordinary life is no longer an option.” –Peter Parker
Greetings faithful readership. It has been a few weeks since my last Manifesto. I have been busy tilting at the Windmill-shaped Giants with my trusty pen, and have finally scored a decisive Victory on the Road of Trials.
After finishing my script, I have started putting it out into the universe. Firstly, I joined Virtual Pitchfest’s website. This is a service that allows you to search Hollywood producers, managers and agents, and send them query letters directly. The best part is that these “industry professionals” are required to respond within five days with either a script request or a gentle ‘no thanks’. The other best part is that you can pitch these bigwigs from the comfort of your own breakfast nook, in your Spider-Man jammies. The gatekeepers in the movie business are traditionally difficult to gain access to, particularly for those of us outside of California. This service is great for rookies like me.
And here’s the surreal part. I mean Salvador Dalí , clock-meltingly surreal. I’ve gotten a bunch of positive replies. From major production companies, leading agents, who want to read the script, based on my logline and query letter. An Oscar-winning producer with decades in the business told me that my query letter was one of the best he’s seen.
After a year and a half of hard work, preseverance, and failure, things are starting to happen. I’ve been contacted by seven (so far) of these industry pros and have been on the VPF website “hot list” of most requested scripts for the better part of a month.
Um, holy @#$&!
This was the purpose of the whole Heroic Quest business, the blog, all of this. Before I embarked on my Quest last year, I had dabbled in screenwriting, but never finished a script. I was working a job that I could barely tolerate. So, I used Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey as a Treasure Map to help me find my way. To get in the Game. To find my Motivation. To fight for my Dream. And now I’m off the sidelines. I consider myself a screenwriter now. It’s a remarkable turnaround.
I still have my job. For now.
But these days, I’m leading a Double Life. So, in between conference calls about blahblah blah and various clock-meltingly boring tasks, I surreptitiously check my emails for messages from the producer of <>. I always used to wonder how Peter Parker used to focus during staff meetings at the Daily Bugle. I mean, he was Spider-Man! He battled the likes of the Green Goblin, while, and at the same time, hurling pithy one-liners at him. You’d suppose he’d think just about anything work-related would be hopelessly trite. I can hardly concentrate on parking meters. Alter egos apparently require considerable acting skill.
Peter had to play it cool, protect his double life. Now I make it a game. Because even though I haven’t sold my script yet, I know it’s just a matter of time. So, I play my role like an Oscar winner and watch the clock melt, one minute at a time.