FADE IN

Call it a midlife crisis. Call it a pipe dream. I have to do this. Everything I've read on the subject of screenwriting starts with some variation of "turn around now and run away screaming like a little girl because to be a screenwriter is to be eternally miserable." I don't care.

Call it a hobby, then. A writing exercise. While the odds of selling a script are only slightly better than winning the lottery, mine is a creative soul that will not forgive me unless I write a screenplay and submit it. I'm well aware that it may not, rather, most likely will not amount to anything. It's that realistic approach that will serve me in the end.

When the time comes, I will put my 8 1/2" x 11" child on a bus to Hollywood knowing full well I will probably never hear from it again. And that's fine. It must be done.

This is where my story begins. Come along, won't you?