An agent in Chicago phoned and wants to see five specific screenplays of mine, which is not your everyday request. Has a good track record so naturally I'm sending them. Apparently we had contact a year ago but my aging memory can't remember. She knew exactly what she wanted to see. So I'm listening to "Carmina Burana," loud enough to hear over the printer, and see if I can do these damn things in one sitting. It would be sooooooooooooo much easier to email them. Jeez.
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