If I were a horrible person, I could make money telling people how to write and sell their screenplays.
I could have a hustle as a “script doctor” or “putting your screenplay in front of top young Hollywood execs.” I am qualified to do this, since I am technically a former “development executive.” Really I was an assistant with a fancy title and my creative work was far less important to my boss than calling somebody to fix the toilet. But I made material creative contributions to projects that won big Oscars and Emmys and are probably somebody’s favorite movie and/or TV show. I remain friends with a ton of people you would suck Abe Vigoda’s dick to get in a room with. I could make a living. Continue reading