My LA agent had been sitting on my book for a couple of months. I’d gotten no feedback from him, only the studied silence of a poised insect. I decided to breach the stillness and give him a call.
The Phone Call
David: Happy New Year. It’s David.
Agent: Know how many Davids I know?
David: I know my full name shows up on your phone.
Agent: So kill me. What’re you calling me for?
David: Did you read my book yet? Continue reading “Sharks in Coach (Talking about my Novel with my LA Agent)”
What do Prostitutes and Playwrights have in common?
According to my Hollywood Agent, quite a lot.
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My agent had an idea. He was calling a number of his clients. I’m not sure where I fell between the first and last call. Not that it mattered.
The Phone Call
AGENT: I’m thinking you need to find a different name for your screenplays. Just a single name and something that pops like ‘Bopper’ or ‘The Drill.’
DAVID: They both sound mildly pornographic.
AGENT: Even better.
DAVID: I think my own name is fine.
AGENT: Little story for you, David. I was at the Wild Animal Safari Park in Escondido the other day. Continue reading “From the Cage to the Plains (A Camel Conversation with my LA Agent)”
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