Somehow The Ending seemed More Fact than Fiction

The one time you get a great idea for a story that would never be believed or considered to be true. The insiders and the outsiders are based on characters that are brought to life by the stroke of a key or the whisp of a pen, writing down all this information as it is placed on paper and read back later for mistakes.

The characters take on a life of their own and they seem to leap off the pages as they follow a set of rules only meant to be obeyed by them. You mix a little white lie with the truth as you begin to put your story into a written version of events, like a painter will paint you a picture that starts off as a blank canvas.

Then there is the brainstorm idea that makes your whole idea become a reality and gives the gift of life, breathed into it as you put this scene in there, erase that scene and rewrite the scene like a revamping of a well-known Shakespeare play, only to be disappointed that your idea, the one that was supposed to be an original has been done to death, there is where it lays.

You struggle with long nights and even longer sleepless days. You bring with you a passion not seen in the last decade. You rise up with adrenaline; you fall back into the chair you have worn the seat cushion to tatters and made it thread bare. You think this will be the next big one or big moment. You foresee a possible six figure deal, along with a play or a TV show or better yet a movie that will outlive the best recent version of Superman or Spiderman or Batman, which by this time are being remade once more with an all-new cast of actors who no one knows or really does not care to see.

Sometimes a remake of a specific type of movie should at best be only made once, then you move on to the next blockbuster version project and hope for the best of what you are offered to do next. You live in a world of overnight success leads you to a place that only the former overnight successes who once basked in the glory of the public and the rates experts. You are either a king of miracle movies made by you that everyone wants to see or a flop repeater that will live in the shadows like a one hit wonder who rose to fame and crashed and burned in disgrace.

The way to become the best, even for your 15 minutes of fame, is to sell your idea, follow through on your idea, stick closely to your original idea, with a gut feeling instinct. You want to be known as the one the almost got away and was only able to resurrect your fading career like a once more elderly out of touch silent movie star. You struggle with your beliefs and morals. In Hollywood there are none.

You sit at the movie studio's head of production office lobby area, after getting a phone call asking you to promote your idea. You sit and wait for the moment to present your brainstorm idea that went off like a lightning bolt and then burned out like a no longer useful light bulb. You are offered champagne while you are told repeatedly by the new in girl receptionist, that Bob Dangers will be with you momentarily. This is repeated and the recycled words spoken to you under a glare of whatever and who cares, all the while they are typing some forms up or getting folders ready for their signature and then sent over to the studio to start shooting.

It is a life lived once and the moment is fleeing from the moment it is mentioned and then either it's a hit or a flop. Then the lead in your idea story is shot down like a plane landing after 3 of its 4 engines fail to run long enough to lift the plane up into the air, before the runway runs out. There is smoke and flames. Luckily there was no one on board, it was just being prepared to be used that afternoon. The moment is lost and no one gets to see how well this plane was built.

You are finally seen. The Director/Producer of a new miniseries idea is being filmed as you two hash things out. He smiles that phony love your idea smile, that is as fake as his winter summer tan, running down his bronzed legs into his socks and shoes. After about 15 minutes of presenting and sweating and promoting the ideas that you have, he looks at you and says, "Sorry, that idea has been done to death."

You stand up, feeling rejected and hung out to dry like laundry done at home where no dryer ever existed and never will that you are aware of. You are ready to quit and just go back to start writing once more. You have new ideas spring up and are plastered all over your brain. You sneer a grin and turning you say, "Lets write about you and your rise to fame as an award-winning producer/director." "What do you say to that idea?"

You are waiting for a reply. Nothing happens at first, then their grin is met by your grin then a mild groan. He says, "How do you think that would be a great idea to do a movie about? Why not just first write a book about it and we will go from there." "What do you say? Do we have a deal?" He extends his hand and your hand reaches out to meet his.

Wow you think this could get any better. First the rejection. Then the idea that you thought would be the worst one to promote, he loves it. Next, you're signing contracts and he knows you were an easy sucker for a book deal that he will run by your agent and then let you know after the deal has been considered and written in blood on paper.

You walk out the office, learning to detect which one has played the other better. The shock of this becoming a movie after a book deal idea.

You are rather feeling the adrenaline rush wear off as you are sitting down, note pad on the table, cup of coffee being drunk and beginning to feel sleepiness creeping in until your eyes are shut and you drift off into slumber land.

Wow what a day to be remembered!!!!!!