You’d think you were pitching your book at the screenwriter guild foundation where the rep had dollar signs for eyeballs. They ask where’s the part where you are being chased through the woods when you inexplicably trip on an invisible quarter-inch pea gravel pellet? Or if your African American, when do you die in this thing? We are really busy right now so tell me, where is the formula here?

I guess if you are in the writing business that’s the invisible ceiling writers are pounding on, even in 2020.