Sell my clothes, I’m going to screenwriter heaven. Except according to this article, I’m already there. Quentin Tarantino himself says:
“Seattle has developed this huge reputation in the business as this Movie Mecca to the north. The perception is that it’s become to screenwriters what Paris in the ‘20s was to novelists – a romantic environment of inspiration and support.”
Making me a man ahead of my time. On the downside, I’m not mentioned in the article. I should hire a publicist. And then fire her immediately.
The piece is too gee-whiz for me. For all its caveats, it still undersells how hard a screenwriting career is. And it wildly overstates Seattle’s reputation.
Although it is a supportive environment. Over the years I’ve contacted two of the esteemed writers on this list out of the blue, looking for help and encouragement. Both of them were far more gracious to me than I had any right to expect.
Elsewhere, Hollywood’s new back lot is Cincinnati. Vampires welcome.
Thursday, April 20, 2006