Brad Camp called over the weekend and we giggled about old times and made fun of most everyone we mutually know. He and I went to college together or sort of did…he was graduated and working in admissions when I got there but we became close friends. Anyway, it was good to catch up. I was throwing back the Chopin and I forget was he was partaking in but we were both good and blitzed by the time the call was complete.
He sent me a message today that he ran Hostel by his people and they liked it. He’s asked for an outline. I’ll throw something together.
Got an email from Whitley this morning saying he was booked to fly out on the 20th and was looking forward to the meeting. Of course, no one told him it had been moved to tomorrow. You know, he’s only the freaking writer. Is there any doubt that writers get no respect?
So the meetings been pushed back to the 20th and as much as I’d like to get started on it that’s fine. Whitely should be there.
I’ll just keep working out, playing racquetball and City of Heroes.
She was Nicole’s assistant when I first started with ICM and she was great. Barbara has moved into the agent world. She called a few weeks back to set a meeting with Chris Leanza who had read a couple of my scripts and had some ideas he wanted to run by me. That meeting was supposed to be today but they just cancelled.
Haven’t heard much from Patrick lately. I know he’s unhappy but could stay on Cursed through September if he chooses. Cursed is doing even more reshoots now. The budget I guess is somewhere over 80 million at this point. Stan Winston walked months ago and K&B took over. Skeet is gone and I forget who took his place. It’s evidently a completely different movie from what it was when Patrick first came on board. But Patrick does say it’s starting to look like a real movie now and he talks like he’s enjoyed the second unit stuff he’s shot.
The Sci-Fi meeting got moved to Thursday so that’s good news.
I can’t remember when I first decided that I wanted to be a writer, but I was a storyteller and proficient liar as far back as I can remember. Whether it was making up a spur of the moment ghost story around the campfire or telling a tall tale to keep out of trouble or becoming High School Newspaper Editor or embellishing a true story in order to give it a little punch — I loved to spin a yarn. I suppose the desire grew out of some form of raw creative talent. And for that I must credit my grandma because every trip to her house resulted in some kind of creative challenge. Her house was always filled with construction paper, glue, glitter, yarn, etc. I remember her writing the alphabet for me then telling me to hide each letter by drawing pictures around it.