3 for 3

Yep, three pitches, three requests for pages etc. It isn't my pitch, it's the concept. Don't believe me? Here's the logline from the back of my business card:

Greasing the Wheels

Meet a man who's paid by the brewers, distillers, pharmaceutical folks and shrinks to lead a team into rish-hour traffic and make sure we're all properly frustrated. But don't be mad at him: he's got problems of his own.

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So now I've got to come up with a decent short synopsis (I hate writing synopses) and make sure I've got twenty or so decent pages to send off. A problem everyone should have, I realize.

An interesting thing about New York people: they don't get the joke right off. If you live in LA you're saying "Hell, that's just a day on the freeway." In Vegas, too, or Denver, or Chicago. But in New York, nobody drives, or at least nobody sane drives. I told one person to ask a cabbie. Still, they bought the pitch, so I'm happy with that.