Meg got snowed in, so I think I should support her and not ride this weekend. (There is a 40 mile ride tomorrow - but the premiere is tomorrow night and usually a long ride knocks me out for the rest of the day and Sunday is a 72 mile ride and... well, I don't really want to go to bed that early.)
I haven't decided on Sunday yet, but it's not looking good. The following weekend is an 80 mile ride. I feel totally strong. I just need to spend more time in "the seat." Needless to say, I think my ass will be glued to the seat in May.
So I already have EIGHT meetings set with people who passed on THE TELLING. EIGHT. All huge producers. My mind has been sufficiently blown all day.
The weekend is going to be big for me. One producer (a huge producer in the "horror" genre world) has his entire company reading the script and one production company, headed by a huge Hollywood actor (he had a project with a lot of "Passion") stepped into the ring late afternoon.
Monday morning, my manager starts fielding offers.
I'm really, really, really hoping the movie PROM NIGHT does HUGE box office this weekend. HUGE. Go see it. (Unless you live in LA, then go see that AND A FOUR LETTER WORD.)
Cause what happens is Monday morning everyone sees what was the big movie over the weekend and immediately start screaming, "get me the next PROM NIGHT!" (Meaning a horror/ thriller).
I'm so nervous right now, I've been ready to puke all day. It's very exciting.
I was planning on seeing PROM NIGHT tonight... but I should get to the gym instead.
And when I get back, I have to outline my new horror thriller, SOULMATE (or JOHNNY ANGEL.. haven't decided yet on a title). Came up with it at noon today. Gotta be ready to pitch it on MONDAY.
