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I'm thinking about taking our little game and upping the ante. See what you think. I'll go ahead and submit Night of the Wombat just to see what dreams may come to a story that literally came right off the top of my head. But since I started up this whole sting-y thingy, I've since learned that there is a veritable army of blogsters who are dead set on proving TSA to be a scam. If you google The Screenplay Agency you'll find half a dozen of blogs devoted to exposing these "predator editors" outfits - evidently TSA is just the latest comer to a handful of such outfits that allegedly prey on the dreams of the ignorant - known collectively as "Stylus clones." (After the original preditor scam site). These people have seriously researched these companies and revealed that TSA for example has never sold a single story idea, let alone a script for the duration of their existence. When you consider that they are a business that purports to be new-age saviors for the undiscovered author - taking their work, grooming it to Hollywood standards then acting as agents to help them sell their projects, the fact that their batting a career zero certainly gives one pause.

The chief watchdog site that I've been perusing is called absolutewrite.com. They've researched the background history of TSA's owner and learned of past malfeasance, they know that he actually lives in the southeast and the New York street address that they use as their official business location is nothing but a mail suite with a fancy Madison Ave address. Absolutewrite is relentless in their badgering of these sites and in my reading I found a blog entry from TSA's Vice President of Acquisitions. Her name is Sherry Fine, and if nothing else she's got some serious brass to trot out there on enemy turf to attempt damge control in defense of TSA. I admire her loyalty, that can't be easy and I don't think it's her idea, but if it is then double the kudos. She's leaving herself wide open in the middle of hostile ground, and they do not treat her with kid gloves trust me, it's open season. Tenacity in the face of futility is an admirable trait, and so my hat is off to Sherry Fine. She really doesn't do much to refute the accusation that TSA has never actually sold any of the scripts that they've groomed and represent, but hey, the century's young. She basically impunes the blogsters for being a lot of sour grapists who might have time to write a marketable script if they devoted half the time on their writing projects as they do harping away on these threads.

In any case this strange scenario that I've gotten us into has cranked the old Bone machine up to full sputter - you just have to figure that if TSA could just sell one damn script they would be in a lot better shape. It wouldn't exactly bespeak a booming industry, but if they could just wipe that gigantic zero off the ledger it would go a long way toward inspiring the confidence of the writers whose work they represent. And though "one" would become the "new zero" to the absolute righteous, it would still be a major step in the write direction. Ergo my newest project and/or pursuit on this blog will be to convince these TSA folks that knocking on their door right this minute is the just the man who could help them overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle. I hope you don't think I'm talking about "Night of the Wombats," something tells me they've got vautls full of such junk. But,as you may have read over the course of the past few weeks, particularly during my celebrated Rosario Dawson pipe-dream, I've got a good script. And if you'll pardon just a moment of unbridled hubris - that baby is pretty fucking good. Thus, I've decided to up the ante on this whole screenploy and see if I can't convince this woman Sherry Fine that if she had "my" script to shop around she could nip the zip, and hopefully stanch the negativity that's hemmoraging all over their reputation. Then again there's a little man who lives near the doubt center of my brain who suspects that TSA really are shameless scamsters who regard the whole thing as a minor nuisance and have no interest in doing the absolute right thing. In any case why not give them the benefit of the doubt. I was advised by a hollywood vet who read my script and helped me sort out a narrative issues or two, to copyright the bejesus out of Fanclub. As a result I've got that baby so legally watertight, I wouldn't dare lift a line from it.

So there you go - we'll still forge ahead with Wombat, just to see what happens, we may find out that the left hand doesn't know what the right one's up to - if I can really make this happen I'll eventually have to come clean, but there's certainly no reason to abandon plan A just yet. And until the day when all of this chicanery is laid bare, we'll have an interesting view of this outfit. Give me some feedback. As soon as you type in your thoughts and hit submit it pops right up so this is actually a lot easier to operate than blogs are. You can tell me what you think the instant you're thinking it. You can't beat that. If you're a writer looking to find an agent and have any info to share, feel free - I think I'm going to set up a seperate blog just for that. If you're going to blog your life away, it might as well be toward some kind of construcive end.