A Bump In The Night

So I'm minding my own business, working the local school board meeting beat for a local rag that I have been working with for a couple of years now when my cell phone vibrates.

Normally, that's a wonderful thing, because of where I keep my cell phone and how dull school board meetings can become. So I pull it out and open it up. It's a text from some phone number I don't recognize originating in LA.

I open it up (can't resist a text from LA, it could be news from My Manager) and lo and behold, it's Producer Dude.

**
David. That Movie is back from the dead. Have a guy breaking it down. They want to spend 3 mil on it. I'll email you when I know more. Love, Producer Dude.
**

OK, he's didn't say "Love."

So what the heck. I dust off the script, read it for the first time in a couple of years, realize it's not nearly as horrible as it has every right to be- having been written fully four years ago- and tell Producer Dude to keep me in the loop and to let me know if Hell freezes over.

Isn't Hollywood fun?

Actually, this isn't a studio pic, it'd be an independent, bare-bones production for overseas. So it's more like... isn't Glendale fun?

New Home

Until we get some new action on the writing front, I cordially welcome you to check out ChiFan Charlie, the new blog where I'll be writing about the Beijing, China, dining scene.

And, no, we haven't heard anything from Producer Dude since we last posted. And yeah, that's a bad sign.

- Charlie