Today, I talked to Hollywood. Twice.
It’s strange. I never imagined that I’d be involved in this sort of business. Probably because I never really gave it much thought. I was so busy trying to get published, I never even bothered fantasizing about where it might go when I finally was. Yes, for an imaginative guy, I tend not to day dream about my own future. The future is too difficult to predict. So I didn’t bother. I still don’t. I just take it a day at a time.
And today, Hollywood. Not even my first Hollywood phone call. I’ve had several on various projects. None of which I am at liberty to discuss in detail, but that is still very cool. And it still surprises me. In my last silly little post, I bemoaned the fact that I don’t get taken seriously, but that’s ridiculous. I get paid to write. I have fans. I am respected and admired by a surprising number of people. Beloved by many, adored by a precious few, and liked by more people than I have any Terran has reason to expect.
So if I sometimes complain that I’m not getting enough respect as an artist, it’s patently absurd. Feel free to ignore it. I’d like to say it won’t happen, but it will. I’m human (for now). I get annoyed, even when I know better.