This is annoying and would upset my mother if she knew about it. Why tell her? May as well not tell your mother, either, as it would upset her too, seeing as your grandmother probably raised her right.
Which is more than I can say about the mothers of most folks in Hollywood these days.
Used to be, you’d send a script to somebody and after a while, they’d get back to you and say, “We’ve got something like this in development. Thank you for sending it to us. We look forward to seeing your next one.” Not really easy to know what that meant exactly, since it wasn’t a check… but at least they had the decency to RSVP to your kind invitation to purchase your screenplay.
Those days are no more than a dream remembered, a Civilization gone with the wind…
Nowadays, the only way you know they aren’t going to buy your script is because you never, ever hear from them. Silence is the new “No.” How does that work? I mean, really? You never know how long it’s going to take them to read it. You never know if they actually DO read it. And, since you have no idea what their answer is… you twiddle your thumbs and wait and wait and wait…
You can wait until hell freezes over, I suppose. What I don’t know is, how long do you wait before you decide you’re never, ever going to get an answer and press on? A puzzlement. Is there a new rule of thumb? Three months and you agitate the gravel? I dunno. I haven’t a clue.
Perhaps I should ask my mother.
I didn’t ask my mother, I just thought about the situation. I think it’s emails.
People haven’t suddenly become rude as a group. There have always been rude people and nice people. I would have to imagine, barring some sudden problem with the drinking water (like Commies infiltrating) that the general percentage of rude people to nice people has remained the same… the problem lies, therefore, outside ourselves and it’s emails.
People are just overwhelmed. God knows, I am.
My inbox is stacked deep in emails I’ll never, ever get to. I hate checking email. I hate not replying to emails. I do my best, but I still have to get work done. I could spend all morning answering emails and I just don’t. I still have to crank out work. And some emails are not essential.
Like telling a guy you’re not going to buy his script is not essential. I guess.
It’s gotten to be like dealing with actors at cattle calls. There is no way a casting agent can call all those actors back and say, “Thank you for coming in, but you didn’t get the part.” There are too many people to call, and no one expects it.
I just have to get my head around the fact that people reading scripts just literally, despite good intentions, do not have the time to send an email or say anything at all… they’re drowning out there. It’s certainly not my job to get snippy with anybody who I am asking for a favor. Mostly I should just pat them on the shoulder and hold them close and say, “There, there…” like their mother should.
It’s not an easy business.