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| . "I concede the point...The difference now, is that you do not have a best selling novel...nor, do you have a sequel for me." The agent was beginning to get to the point. "What do you want?" The writer paused, "I can't shit an epic!" "It's not like I'm asking for a miracle...just another book." The agent was clearly frustrated by the prospect of selling the same book for another year. "No one cares about epics...give me a good sleazy story...and you're right back on top." "Maybe, I don't belong on top," the writer looked down at the floor and accepted his fate. Both men sat in silence. "I want to know what your plan is?" "I don't believe in plans." "This is why we're having this conversation," the agent attempted to make eye contact. "Can we sell the movie rights?" "Maybe, they'll want to change it into an action film...Maybe, get a big star and lots of guns, some explosions." "Is there money in movies?" "Oh yeah..." "Really?" "Maybe, we could get you directing?" The agent asked an open-ended question. "I could do that." "Real money is in acting or producing. But, you could make a good chunk of change with the rights." "I'm not much of an actor...but, I got a great sense of humor...Maybe, a comedy?" "Comedy...Yeah, we could make that work. With nudity?" "I can do that...sleaze sells right?" "You'd have to move to Los Angeles," The agent said. "I like the sound of that. Sounds like my kind of town." "Well, the name doesn't mean quite what it sounds like," the agent laughed. "Let's do it." The writer walks out of the room smiling. The Agent sighs and pulls out his cellular phone. He dials and waits for an answer. . |
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