So there I was, talking to my friend Curtis Gwynn about the misery of pitch meetings, only to have him stop me and pull the trigger on the question I’d always been afraid to ask myself:
“C’mon, LB,” Curtis said, “spill. What’s the real reason you hate these meetings so much?”
…Bad.
Found in a pile of last month’s mail:
And to think, I almost threw it away!
Learned a hell of a lot about myself on this one.
And, no, not via the serial killer character. Someone much closer to home.
Okay, so my latest eMail from the Writers Guild of America, West doesn’t come out and say that. But it sure sends the message:
July 24, 2012