Is the screenwriter thinking about the script or how it could help her bank account? 3,019 words. Illustration by John Donald Carlucci.
Coverage by Michaela Gruen. Let me guess. She moved to L.A. right after graduating from Smith or Wesleyan. I was close: Skidmore. My agent sent over the book, Callie Growing Up, and the coverage. “Take a look, Mina,” he said. “They weren’t happy with the first draft so they need a page one rewrite. You want to take the meeting?”
Not especially. I’m trying to finish a spec pilot about a post-apocalyptic world set in Las Vegas and it isn’t going well. But I don’t want to staff, so a movie would be a good gig right now. The Prius is about to die. The central air is on the fritz – my fault for buying a house in the San Fernando Valley.
The first thing that makes me nervous about Todd, the development exec, is the flag pin in his lapel. Not that I have anything against flag pins. I’m proud of this country, a big fan. "Oh, say can you see." But when a pin is the size of a quarter, that’s too much, "Hey, my country is greater than yours. So fuck off, buddy."
Todd is in his 30s and geeky. I can see his neck isn’t big enough for his shirt collar. He has big ham-sized hands, however, like he goes home from work and splits logs with an ax and then hovers in front of his laptop all night. I’m a writer so I’m always imagining things. The reality is Todd probably drives home to the Palisades in his brand new (leased) Audi A8, kisses his trophy wife and sips a nice cabernet as he enjoys his Paleo mini-meatloaf.
Today I’m wearing a dress: longish, not too short. My agent told me StairWays Productions tends to be “a tad” conservative, so no cleavage and nothing slutty-tight. Callie wholesomeness, that’s what I’m trying to project. You’re looking for the right person to do your Callie Growing Up rewrite? I’m your gal.