accept your destiny, baby

wise words from mauricio... sitting on pins and needles waiting for the former head of Showtime to give me a call back. I was terrified that by sending him my film I was crossing a major line, but that's what my film is about, and shit, that's even the title: THE LINE.

but in all amazing news, he has called me back! I've been fretting over the radio silence, and now I wait, as we play phone tag, glued to my computer.

Its been such a busy week - with filmmakers dumping their precious packages on my assistant's desk (he's a little monkey that has since gone through some tough training and is slowly evolving into obedient office drone... he's charming and chimp-like). I'm breathing deeply, though and making some inroads into building partnerships in my work and film life.

OK -- Showtime just called. Very, very nice of him to take the time and speak with me. He called me on the cell, while driving in L.A. It seems like his job is to talk me out of making this movie. a film that will probably not make me money, may not get seen widely because the material is so uncomfortable, possibly difficult for me to continue to retell... "people can't even talk about it in their own homes"

hm. that would definitely be the commentary from someone at Showtime in the sense that difficult, personal is not commercial.

Is this (I wonder) a big, fat mistake?
Or maybe better as a short film?
Or maybe a docu-fiction?
Or the commentary one receives when presenting an independent socially relevant and controversial film to a commerical producer who aims for 20/20?

He did say he'll look at outlines and treatments along the way, and he did drop the name "Sheila" as in, Nevins, they're in touch, a lot, so...

Destiny.