Got the cover letter done (after the laundry, dishwasher, and sorting of old files).
I put my list together, culled from a year of reading Variety. I targeted NYC based indie producers who have made films that I love or admire. (This is the same advice I give to writers when they need agent names — research PW, Publishersmarketplace.com, etc.)
I also sent it to three actors. This is magical thinking of the highest order, of which I am supremely capable. (“Hello, this is Hugh Grant, is this Betsy Lerner? Yes, well, I’ve just read your brilliant script and feel as if you’ve written it for me.” ) Do you think he’s just being polite?
Brought script to copy shop. They didn’t have the brass clips used to hold film scripts together. Neither did the crappy store across the street. Went to another copy shop where they sold the brass clips for 25 cents apiece. I know I’m going to be very rich and famous, but this offended me. Next stop, Staples.
I know this is a cliff hanger the likes of which you have probably never endured, but I’ve got like a dozen manuscripts I’ve got to read for work tomorrow.
Stay tuned.
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Betsy Lerner 
What? No post of the query letter? I’m dying to see that thing. And by the way, the next time you bump into Tom Cruise or Robert Downey Jr or Peter what’s his name from Shattered Glass who’s married or partnered with Maggie I can’t spell her last name but she always seems so thin, then slip them my manuscript and tell them they’d be great playing me.
“Magical Thinking of the Highest Order”… This is clearly why you’re both an awesome agent and a brilliant writer! (Oh, you didn’t mean THAT kind of highest?)
Shouldn’t that be “…Were Born…”?
I wouldn’t bring it up, except that Hugh may read today’s blog entry. I’m sure you would not want that to be a tense experience.