I thought this L.A. Times article was funny, even though its glib you-know-how-it-is-in-the-"industry" tone demonstrates everything you need to know about why my morning paper here in Venice is The New York Times.
I have a stylistic aversion to the L.A. Weekly and the L.A. Times, and so I don't read any Los Angeles media at all. (Except for blogs, of course.)
But I'll be writing a new screenplay for a new studio this summer, and the check will have my real name on it, if I can only remember what it is.
"BACK IN THE LATE '90S, the Writers Guild decided that screenwriters were "America's Storytellers." The sobriquet was printed on T-shirts, coffee mugs, souvenir notepads. As a public relations campaign, it landed with a hollow thud. As a mood-elevating mantra, it was less effective than a dose of St. John's wort.
You know it's hard out here for a pimp. It's even harder, let me tell you, for a whore."
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