It’s probably a good thing I didn’t get into work until three, because sometime early this morning they had a little accident at the Fairchild plant next door to Broderbund and spilled some hydrochloric acid. They evacuated the whole industrial park for a few hours. They were going to shut down the freeway, but luckily the wind was blowing in the other direction – ours. My lungs actually do feel kind of irritated.

Sensei moved in yesterday. Six desks: Eric, Loring, Tomi, Steve, Mike and Ty now occupy the big outer room. Overnight, the place has been transformed from an attic into an office. Seeing it gave me this incredible urge to tidy up the small room – the one Corey, Cathryn Mataga and I share – but I stifled it. Instead, I put in my first real day of work in weeks, and maybe my second since Corey and I got kicked out of our old office.

I’m back in work mode. Whatever the reasons, the long dry spell that began with Corey’s and my exile to the attic ended the day Sensei moved in with us. I got a hell of lot done this week, and I’m actually starting to look forward to arriving at work every morning, sitting down at the Apple to make things happen.

BIG NEWS. Virginia Giritlian of Leading Artists called to say she loved my script. She’s given it to her boss Jim Berkus to read and will get back to me in the next couple of days.

Jim and Virginia called back the next morning. He’d read Birthstone, loved it and asked if I have other movie ideas and if I am available for rewrite work?

So I’m flying to L.A. on Monday for a meeting with Leading Artists. This is ridiculous, dreams-come-true stuff. If I saw it in a movie I would never buy it.