Out of the thirty some odd screenplays I have written, I still fantasize the most of one. It’s odd. It’s one that has no potential to bring me great riches. It will never be a million dollar spec script sale. It will never be widely known or earn me industry accolades. It might, if I’m lucky, be cherished by a select few. So why it it the one that I so long to see put to film? Why is it the one that makes me giddy every time I open it? Why is it the one that I still think of as my proudest work?

Because it’s THE ONE.

It’s the one with the dream cast and the dream soundtrack, the one that reminds me that I can be both funny and profound, often at the same time. It’s the one that will content me like no other should I ever get to see it made the way I want.

And it reminds me every time that it’s not about the money. It’s not about any kind of celebrity or perks or swag. It’s about writing and creating and finding a way to make this one movie.