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A New Road Bikes On Friday Morning

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Doris and I ride our new road bikes on Friday morning. For ten minutes we warm up, and then, pedal in the direction to Malibu. The air is cool with early morning fog. Doris leads and I follow. Her pace is faster than usual. No problem. I ride my bike to ride my bike. I have a low-keyed Friday: I’ve scheduled a pitch meeting at eleven with a new writer. The agent I met recently said his client “Thinks out of the box.” I would rather that and am keen to meet him. There’s an hour before, so I print a copy of the development report. I read through, and highlight in yellow, the screenplays in limbo. I note what the problems are with the script/writer in a footnote at the bottom of the page. And further, I highlight in red the screenplays that Thom has already axed. The remaining projects in active development, I highlight in green. By lunch time, I’m starved. I drive to an In-N-Out for a cheeseburger with no bun and wrapped just in lettuce. I skip the fries and have a large diet coke. The meal is not guilt free because I order a chocolate shake to go. I just won’t tell Doris about it. The balance of the afternoon I read a fantasy script filled numerous plot twists where love, betrayal and redemption co-exist. The rich dialogue and lustful passion take me on a wild ride. I write a page of notes and put the script in my “yes” stack. Afterwards, I return phone calls. Megan and I chat about my schedule on Monday. Then, she leaves with a TGIF glee. I reply to several
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