A female screenwriter heeds her agent’s social media advice with unexpected results. 1,029 words. Illustration by Thomas Warming.
Truth is stranger than fiction, but nothing is stranger than Twitter. Which is too bad because I might be spending the rest of my life here.
That’s right. I’m a successful screenwriter, stuck in Twitter. Find me. @GinaS
Correction: Truth not stranger than fiction, just way more stupid. Especially here in Hollywood.
Backstory: I’m Gina, 42, and I’m good. Writing creds: 2 dramas right out of USC, 3 romcoms and new script (all-girl theft ring on cruise ship).
Beating the odds, right? WGA 2015 stats say 89% screenwriters male. And over 40? Well, I can’t even. But I, Gina Sampson, was nailing it.
Also had boyfriend with no kids, no exes and no mommy issues. At 42. BOOM!
But no, not good enuf for my agent (male). Pious confabs urging Hollywood diversity just made him scared of losing the beach house.
Instead of encouraging me with new Meryl Streep program funding over-40 women in H’wood, my male agent just got more spooked.
So, wait for it: my agent (56, b’day party at Sugarfish) pulls me aside to say I’d seem more youthful if I had more Twitter followers.
Smash cut to me throwing up my yellowfin.