My festival weekend was, in the end, all I hoped it would be. I was
not expecting to seal any deals. Just do the part of my job that is
networking. I went to the three main parties plus one bonus party. I
hung out with my writing cronies (and their cronies) and heard the
kind of gossip about producers and networks that I never get to hear
in Montreal. I had meetings with producers I'm in negotiations with,
and met more producers who want to see my stuff -- and I fired off
PDF's of my material to those very same producers the moment I got
back to my friend Shelley's place. I even managed to get a meeting
with a smart and wily network exec. Which went rather well, I
thought. Nice to chat with people who want to work with you.
Still I am oh so happy to be on a train back home. I miss my family.
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