CALL ME SNAKE

They say Hollywood is built on tinsel and dreams. I don’t know about tinsel but I can vouch for dreams. In my dream last night, my wife chided me for not doing enough to sell my most recent screenplay. Soon thereafter, one of my high-powered Hollywood cousins was patiently reading through the script (and “patient” is not part of his vocabulary), ostensibly helping me with the “subtext.” Next I ran into a producer who told me: “I really like the new rewrite. You’ll be hearing back from me again soon.” That made me feel good for a moment, until I woke up and realized I had no idea who that producer was nor how to contact her. I did remember one detail about the “rewrite” though: Without my input, the story had been transposed from its original setting, Kansas City, to New Orleans.