I'm in Hollywood

CHAPTER 2 - INSPIRED BY A QUARREL

CHAPTER 2 – INSPIRED BY A QUARREL

Eric lightly placed a clunky typewriter on the desk and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He missed his past extra thin and light notebook. It had been a day since he found out about his extraordinary memory, and after twenty four hours of careful thinking, Eric had drawn a preliminary plan about his future.

He deliberately took a day off, strolled most of his day time and bought a secondhand typewriter which happened to be an essential tool to the realization of his plan.

After processing Ralph's funeral, Eric had a few hundred dollars of cash left in his hands. Western countries having a good welfare system, it had always been a no savings policy here. (TL: Author has obviously never experienced the US' welfare system, lol.)

Fortunately, the house was his propriety, or else, thanks to his lack of funds to pay for the mortgage, it would have been seized and he would have to sleep on the streets as a result. To buy the typewriter, Eric had to ask Jeff for a month's salary in advance.

In order to realize his own dreams, he had to first break into the Hollywood circle. Let's temporarily forget about directing or acting. After much deliberation, the most suitable job he could think of was screenwriter. Although people always said that this Hollywood era's screenwriters had a low standing, it was not actually true. It was just because a lot of the best screenwriters switched to directing and producing, which had become mainstream overseas, like in Hong Kong for example.

Placing a blank sheet of paper into the typewriter, Eric started typing the following words: Jurassic Park. That's right, the 1990s most profitable film series.

In Eric's past life, whether they had bought the pirated copy of Jurassic Park or had watched the movie in theater, they had all experienced the moment when the lifelike dinosaurs appeared on the screen, and the feeling they got then could only be described in one word: Shocking.

In his memory, the novel Jurassic Park was published in 1990 and contained about 150 000 words. So Michael Crichton had certainly not started to write it. He would simply shamelessly take the credit for it without worrying about a plagiarism lawsuit.

Eric's mouth curved slightly as he recalled the movie's events while pounding on the keyboard. What he was writing was not the Jurassic Park script, but the novel. In the past, after watching the movie, he had bought the book out of curiosity and carefully read it. Now, with his own past memories as well as his new body's, translating his past life's Chinese knowledge into English was child's play.

He wouldn't just directly write the script, because if it was given to the film company that way, there was a high chance that it would be treated as trash and thrown away. The number of screenplays that Hollywood studios received each day could basically be weighed in pounds. Also, Eric wanted the film rights of the series to be firmly under his control. If he made it into a script, and one of those film companies took a fancy to it, once they made it into a movie, they would hit the jackpot financially while Eric would maybe get a 100,000$ and a bonus if he was lucky. That kind of business that benefitted everyone but himself, Eric had absolutely no interest in it.

However, if he published the novel, the movie and television copyrights would be his, and Eric only needed to wait for the opportunity when the price offered was high enough before racking in the profits.