Call for Desperate Measures.
Specifically, I realize –– as per all my David Neagle insights re: subconscious at work to prevent my self-actualization –– that I have been dragging my heels a bit on the novel polish.
Granted, I was insanely busy around my birthday, and then NYC was a whirlwind, and I do have a MASSIVE amount of other things to do.
And yet, I have only the most minor tweaking/rewriting to do before my excellent literary agent sends the book to publishers, in tandem with my amazing producer approaching #1 movie star in the world’s agent, whom she cast in his last two films, and who is looking for exactly this kind of project for 2013 (contemporary, romantic, and funny).
So why have I delayed for two days –– even 2 seconds?
It is true that TRUE BLOOD is incredibly compelling, but tonight I realized that unless I started this re-write with a re-read of the novel, it might NEVER happen.
And so Belle and I went to Hillstone solo and I read through the first 35 pages, finding myself entirely delighted by my own manuscript (one, beyond translating into a film script, I haven’t yet in a full year and 3 months).
I was astonished by how much I enjoyed it, realizing of course that my producer felt the same –– and would not have optioned it in between casting several billion dollar franchises –– and that my lit agent concurs.
Nonetheless, my drastic approach of getting out of the house at all costs and forcing myself to read the first three chapters yielded a profound and delightful response.
Tomorrow, it might just be possible to dive in further and perhaps even complete the polish by this weekend.
Fingers crossed.
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