I know that a lot of famous people — writers, directors, agents, lawyers, and powerbrokers — read Deadline every day. But so do a lot of dreamers.
I know because for many years I was one of them. This is an open letter to all the dreamers reading Deadline today. After nearly two decades of trying and failing — and being rejected by 41 agents — last month, Warner Bros purchased the film rights to my second book, Drowning: The Rescue of Flight 1421, for $1.5 million against $3 million in a heated bidding war where five separate studios and streamers put up seven-figure offers.
This is the part where I would normally say I never dreamed of something like this happening to me. But I did. I did dream. And dreams are important.
They’re what keep us going. My dreams kept me going. I’m writing to you now because I wish someone would have shown me a story like this after my first, second, or third round of failures; when I was ready to give up, when I was wondering why I was ever so foolish to think that my dreams could come true.
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