My computer doesn't want me to announce this. It keeps crashing on me. Bad computer. Bad.
A few weeks ago, I sent one of my scripts to an agent. I don't expect anything to come of this particular manager, I wrote at the time.
Let's hear it for low expectations.
Got the call on Monday and had the meeting on Thursday. And it's not just the standard "Send me your next thing" sorta deal. He wants to work with me. He works for a non-bogus company. He wants to help me find an idea that will work commercially and artistically. He looks kinda like Alan Tudyk. I like Alan Tudyk.
This isn't my big break. This is just the first step. Nothing's been signed, nothing's been committed. He's not officially representing me. But he's going to read my latest and give me his thoughts, and we're gonna look for the ever-illusive idea that will sell.
And maybe something will happen.
I'm only 21 years old, you know. I haven't even graduated yet. I'm really not ready for this. Especially since I thought this would take a lot longer.
It's pretty goddamn confusing. But that's life for you.