I was cleaning out old files yesterday and came across a half-finished screenplay I had forgotten about.
I simply could not figure out why this particular screenplay had slipped my mind. I usually finish all my projects. Why was this one left undone?
Two pages in and the memories came flooding back. It all made sense.
Several years ago I was approached by a producer who had an idea for a movie he wanted to make. We had several phone conversations, discussed terms (no pay, but he offered me a small percentage of the profits), and I threw myself into the work.
I researched for a couple of weeks, scoped out possible sites for filming, created a beatsheet (which I sent to him), then threw myself into writing.
Right about the time I got to page 48 he called. Seems he wanted to change some of the terms.
He had decided that his name would appear as writer of the screenplay, not mine.
No credit AND probably no money?
That’s not how professional screenwriters work. I wished him well on his project and moved on.
I’ll admit that rereading even a few pages of that screenplay brought back a full range of negative feelings, from frustration all the way to anger. I had managed to tamp down those emotions at the time. I certainly didn’t want to bring them back now.
Besides, I live by a philosophy that has served me well throughout my life. I surround myself with things that remind me of the good, and get rid of as much as I can that reminds me of the bad.
So, I deleted every copy of the file I could find and immediately felt much better.







