'Detour' Last week, a woman, with the same momentum which no doubt carried her through her recent divorce, drove her brand new stark white Mercedes settlement into a man who was trying to cross the street by placing one foot after the other. The man, after reconnnecting with Earth, was accosted with accusations and screams from the driver, turning his 'happy to be alive' look on his face to something closer to believing that he actually wasn't. The driver, turning to the witnesses, now gathering two by two, claimed that she was actually trying to make a turn, instead of driving straight through man and intersection. She walked defiantly over to her car, nudged the turn signal down and grew silent as if the click click click of the signal was passing final judgement on the accused pedestrian. Our neighbor, one of the key witnesses, was contacted by the driver's lawyer recently as to what he saw. The court date, our neighbour hoped, would be within the next two weeks so as he could have the six weeks following that to attend his Writer's Boot Camp. Through Boot Camp, he will learn what it takes to write a script Hollywood style. 120 pages describing the arc of a character suitable for the little golden statuesque statuette. "I need a power book," he informed me. "Nothing fancy, you know, just a writing tool. I'm going to need something to carry around everywhere, because all I'm going to be doing is writing, writing, writing." The trick to Writer's Boot Camp is this; drop 800 clams and show up with a fledgling script and high powered contact list in hand. If your script shows potential success, meaning you already have a manager, an agent and an Uncle in the biz, you get picked to have your script bootcamped. Six weeks and a pair of nice sunglasses later you'll be more prepared to stand in line to buy a ticket at the theater and analyze someone else's Los Angeles success story.