Recently I’ve been giving my whole GB3 obsession a lot of thought.

I guess you could say I’ve been fixating on my fixation.

Having reviewed some sections of my site I read over my FAQ #4 and realized I needed to explain myself a little better…. Because to be honest, I sounded like a complete dick back then.

Why write a GB screenplay? Why write something that you don’t own the rights to?

I guess like many fans I just got tired of waiting and tired of the false starts for a viable GB3. I had my idea back in University but never pursued it then for the obvious reason that I didn’t own the rights and furthermore – had never written a screenplay before.

So when I got wind that Dan’s screenplay seemed to be in oblivion – I was arrogant enough to think, hey, what the heck? And gave it a stab.

Naive me. That stab took 3 years.

At first the writing was innocent. It was simply a self-imposed ‘course’ to teach myself to screenwrite. I figured if I could master the skill to write a convincing sequel – surely then I’d have the chops to write my own stuff.

But the more I wrote, the more I realized how much I loved writing. Something in me was born or awoken on those days – and I couldn’t, wouldn’t – stop.

For me, there’s a sweet pleasure in the anguish of finding words – and it’s in those moments I found myself truly alive.

Increasingly cognizant that the writing was taking a huge amount of time, I remember coyly daring the universe to free my packed schedule. And it did.

Usually rational, I was floored by the succession of eerie coincidences too blunt to be ignored:

• The money and time I needed to write full-time presented themselves.
• On a New Years out with friends at the strike of midnight Ghostbusters played on the radio instead of auld lang syne.
• Ernie Hudson stayed at the hotel across the street from my apartment – just as I was working on my first draft.

Emboldened by these coincidences and others, I persevered, and on Halloween 2004 I finished my first draft. Proud of my work I showed it around and was euphoric when offers came in.

I simply lost site of the very obvious fact that I didn’t own the rights. It was easy to do this.

I felt that the errie concidences would continue unabated and riding on a divine wave of lady luck I’d storm the beach of the Powers that Be and woo them with my great screenplay.

This of course hasn’t happened and my rationale reality has returned in full force.

But somehow, I just can’t stop believing.

I know. Crazy.

But what is a writer without belief in themselves?

So while the PTB may never read my screenplay, you of course can.

Hopefully, you’ll see for yourself some of the magic I experienced writing it.

And heck, who knows?