Copies
Posted by Gabby
Yesterday, I broke a nail on our Pentium 600 Duplex copier. I fucking hate work. Okay, that’s not true. I partially love it because I get to tell people what to do, but I hate it because what do you think is the number one most photocopied item in all of Hollywood? Screenplays. And who photocopies them all? I do. They slide beneath my fingers, one after the other after the other, just itching for me to read them, just begging to be read and produced. And sometimes I do read them. Mostly they’re crap. Totally indulgent, irritating, self-loathing screenwriter angst, but sometimes…just sometimes…there’s something good. Something decent. I mean, we’re not talking diamond-in-the-rough genius here, we’re talking potential. And you can just feel that potential burning itself through the pages and into your fingers, and it’s like one little flick of the wrist could swipe that screenplay and find it’s way into your bag and then you’ve got a meeting with Warner Bros the next day and you’re set.
And that is why I gotta keep an eye on myself. Sometimes, I dunno, crazy shit comes into my head. Hollywood is insane, it makes me insane, it makes everyone insane, but…I love it.
I.
Love.
It.
I love the intensity. I love the fight. And I’m keeping my job so that I don’t totally go off the deep end and do something ridiculous like steal someone else’s screenplay. What the fuck is wrong with me.
It’s just that sometimes. When you come across something good, something even just potentially good, it’s like an out of body experience. I can’t describe it. Something happens to my mind and everything seems possible. Everything seems like a yes. It’s just like what The Secret says. The universe opens, and you discover you’ve awakened after sleeping for 33 years. I try to explain this to my mom, and she thinks I’m full of shit, but. There is nothing like the first taste of glory, of beauty, of someone on the verge. Of talent.
