Holy Crap! (Part III)

For previous "Holy Crap" posts, see below:

June 2007
Sept. 2007

I was sitting at the Dunn Brothers in the St. Anthony neighborhood (the one attached to the Finnish Bakery, to make it even more Minnesotan) on Monday, when an email came: "I would like to option your script, Deadbeat Boyfriend (sic)." More beautiful words have never been spoken.

An option simply means that someone is "renting" the rights to the screenplay for a finite period of time. After that time, they either decide it's viable and buy it outright, or the rights revert back to me.

This is still quite a distance from Diablo Cody-Land, believe me. But it feels good.