forthcoming novel on an old typewriter. He had not found the right typewriter yet so that was causing a delay in writing his epic novel. The place was a true “Slice Of Americana”, the name I now use for my indie film production company.
I spent more time at this pub then working on a screenplay. I had become a regular before too long. Over a beer, I got into an interesting discussion with the bartender about a screenwriter that used to come into the same place to jot down notes over tequila shots, no lemon, no lime, no salt.
He wrote an indie movie I had heard of and liked. I was telling the bartender about my script. All he said was, “you’ve written only one script?” I gave him the excuse that good ideas were hard to come by blah blah blah. Basically, I was being defensive about my lack of progress. The bartender was right; one script does not cut it.
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