Dear Hollywood,

You and I have a love/hate relationship. But I don't need to tell you that...

I grew up mesmerized by the worlds you opened up to me when I was younger. I saw a muscle man dressed in black leather that said that words "I'll be back" and I wanted to be just like him. I watched a space opera that took place "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away" and wanted to carry my own lightsaber. I saw a living, breathing dinosaur for the first time, and it was exactly what it looked like in my imagination.

And yes, I felt the need, the need for speed.

You made movies that made me forget about my life and kicked my imagination into overdrive. And after a long, winding journey that saw its share of alternate routes and dead ends, I realized the only thing I see myself doing for a living was writing the kinds of stories that grabbed me by the throat when I was younger.

I worked hard for you because I respected you. I wanted to show you that I could handle myself. And finally, after several years, I started to see the fruits of my labor. You let me get representation. Hell, you even let a script I wrote (with my writing partner) get picked up by an Academy Award winning producer.

I thought you and I were on the fast track to success.

But then what happened?

I kept giving but I stopped getting things from you in return. It seems we haven't taken any steps in the write (Like my play on words?) direction in quite a while. Sometimes I can't help but think we're just spinning our wheels.

I've gone through some hard times lately, I won't lie. I even thought about breaking up with you and pursuing a relationship with that other girl (who's not nearly as interesting but is much more faithful) named Corporate America.

But every single time I've considered it, I came back with an even stronger resolve to make our relationship work.

In the words of the great Jerry Maguire -- "I'm not letting you get rid of me, how 'bout that?"

I'm learning from this valley I'm in. To be a better writer. To set a higher standard for myself.

Hopefully at the end of all this, you'll see that I'm worth your time.

You think you got me? You ain't seen nothing yet...

Love (and sometimes hate),

Myron