Last week I received a request for my screenplay “A Thousand Miles to Freedom”, (now titled “A Beautiful Thing”).    Of course I signed the release and sent them the screenplay.  And then I promptly put it all on the “back burner” and got back to work on my current project.

A couple of years ago,   I would have lost myself in such a request.    It would have always been on my mind, interjected into conversations, part of every breath I took.

Now, reality has taken hold and reality tells me that  someone will find a reason to say “no”.  This is not my time.   But, of course, I can hope I’m wrong.

This is the reality of writing.  So, why do I write?

I have asked myself this question, pondered it.  Sure, I like being creative.  I like the process of taking nothing and making it into something.

But, bottom line, is  I want to leave something behind for future generations, something that will shed light on our lives so, future generations can  make some sort of sense of their lives.

Is it possible to do this?  I think so.

The question is, will I ever write a feature that someone wants to put on the silverscreen?