It was an apology of sorts from a certain producer in Vancouver who shall continue to remain nameless saying she had reread the script I had submitted to her, the one that she felt was too descriptive and met none of her needs.  The pass that had me terminated from the project and generated a followup email to the termination notice stating perhaps I should, "Read a few more scripts," before attempting any more writing.  But then we're all really tough when standing beside the shield of email.  You say that to my face, you've got an entirely different scenario.  I'm 6'2" and 240lbs and as one guy once remarked, "Watch out for him, he's big but he's really fast."

But I digress, she went on about how the script really was very good and that they'd still like me to do a polish.  Can you believe this shit?  I mean writers are whores and I'm as much of a whore as the next person but even the dumbest of whores doesn't get into the car of the same guy who beat the shit out of her to get his rocks off on their last, "Date."  Even I have limits to the ego pounding I can withstand.

She offered an appology, which I accepted.

She asked for forgiveness, which I will not offer.  Life has consequences.  You make a decision good or bad, you live with the outcome.  She made an enemy, not the day she fired me, that was a welcome relief.  She made an enemy the day she wrote an email, the core of which stated I can't write.  Strange considering I could write just fine three months previous when she hired me.

Not that I'm dedicating any of my time to, "Getting her back."  People like that self immolate all you have to do is stand back and warm your hands on the fire.  You do have to distance yourself from them, lest you find yourself singed by their flame.  After all, all you have is your rep after that, it's the day job forever.

But she did make me very angry and believe me, you have to really piss me off to raise my ire to this level.  Angry enough to finish the spec that's been languishing on my computer for the better part of five years, set aside while I worked away on other people's shit and not my own.  It's doing the rounds and so far the feedback is good.

So I replied to the email.  Wished her well and declined any further involvement with her or her project.  It might seem petty but there's nothing petty about staying sane.  As much as I enjoy the therapist's chair, I'd rather spend the money playing paintball.