Decision or two or three

So here's the deal in no particular order: Last monday I was offered a job working with a director to develop an original idea she has for a creepy, Ring-like horror film. There's money involved, and it would be the second writing gig I will have been commissioned for in almost two years (which is not bragging, no). Her idea is not terrible, and it even sounds like she wants to make an intelligent and thoughtful movie - which, naturally, Hollywood will inoculate with stupid. But lest I let my bitterness flow too freely, let me just say the offer is very tempting whatever the outcome. The money is sufficient that if I can do the whole thing in two months, I will have made out pretty well.

It's a career decision more than a money thing right now. I mean, let's face it, I need the money. But the dilemma for me is What Should I Write Next? A horror movie? Not according to an article in today's Hollywood Reporter. The thing I have next up to write is an idea of my own, and it is the first High Concept idea I've ever had that is any good. What I mean is that I usually don't have high concept ideas, and just the fact that I do have one and I actually like it is something new and exciting - and according to certain parties, the only way I'm ever going to make a career of this. Btw, if you aren't familiar with the term High Concept, peep this.

Into the mix, throw in that I finished my own script on Friday and now I feel a burning need to move quickly on to the next thing. If the script that is in the hands of the production company, director and Rober Duvall ever gets made, I need to have a couple of things under my belt to show people right away, striking while the iron is ever-so-briefly hot. Finishing my latest script, Air Conditioned Jungle, I have one down, one to go; half of a powerful arsenal to show any prospective agent/producer/craven money man. Comes to this: my High Concept career-making idea is wrestling the horror offer for top spot on my to do list.

Oh, and my girlfriend is going to be in Paris for nine weeks working on The Bachelor, or Le Bachelorr as I like to say it, so I'm pondering a sojourn to The City of Lights. You know, to write on cafe napkins.