Well, it's a week later than my orginal deadline, but I have rewritten my pilot with Clara's notes in mind. I then called her, just to give a heads-up that I'm ready to forward the script. I don't know why, but I asked if I should forward it directly, or I should have my agent send it along. It turns out that was a great question to ask.

She replied that since my agent's retiring, that I could send it directly to her.

Excellent.

That's a good working relationship. Not to mention the attitude of a cool company and (I hope!) level-headed exec.

Needless to say, I'm off to the post office. Try and mail and forget. It's going to be hard, because I've had such a great experience so far and it's very, very hard for me not to get my hopes up and daydream a little. However, I can't let myself indulge in my what-if fantasies this time. It's too real, too possible now. Before, when selling a series was a pipe dream, I felt free to dream of who I'd hire and who would star and where we'd film. It didn't matter, then, because it was just a daydream and not a possibility. Maybe I don't want to jinx it, mostly I don't want to set myself up for a huge disappoinment.

Mail and forget. Then call more companies. Many eggs, many baskets.

Still, wish me luck!