Here’s a fun little Hollywood-type story. Back in August, I rented the rights to the novel, Admissions, from my friend Eric, in the hopes of getting someone interested in making a limited series, a la Big Little Lies. I was excited because I could see what the show could be, but because the book had a small publisher and little-to-know publicity, it hasn’t sold a ton of copies. And because I am unknown, my attachment wasn’t really a selling point, so I was having trouble gaining any traction. Somehow, though, I was lucky enough to gain the interest of a producing team, who talked it up at their meetings and sent out packets for a few months — but again, because I neither I nor the book or its author are famous, it was hard to gain traction. However, the book was at a couple places when the story broke, which suddenly made it more timely — and finally, we got an invitation to pitch!
Which was awesome.
And a little crazy:
I got the news that pitch meeting was five days away as I was driving to one of my non-writing gigs, trying to convince myself that I hadn’t woken up that morning with a sore throat (I had). At that point I did not have a pitch, had not read the book since June, and needed to double-bag all the food in our house and move out because our building was being tented to fumigate for termites. So that weekend was… remember when you spent a marathon weekend studying for a really important exam while coughing, blowing your nose and staying at a friend’s house because you and your boyfriend got in a fight? It was kind of like that! But somehow — with the help of the producers, it came together and we had a pitch by Monday morning. So. Yay!
But all of that is basically a long intro to a topic that been on my mind on and off for the past year or more which is the concept of PARTIALITY.
However, since I’m trying to do this thing where I write posts that are less than 500 words instead 1000-1500, I’ll sign off here, and pick up the subject in another post, coming soon!
Yes Barrington, whenever I am really busy I seem to get commissions that just make me more busy. . . sometimes the best things can happen at the worst times! So glad to hear you “got it” together.
Love hearing your stories, Barrington. Keep ’em comin’.