Exactly two years ago today, I got an email
from my agent Melissa Flashman at Trident Media saying that Darren Star wanted
to turn my novel Younger into the next Sex & The
I, of course, said, Yeah, yeah, yeah. Right after I yawned. I’d
been around this option block before, and I’d learned that getting your novel
optioned is a lot like moving to Hollywood: It may get you closer to the action,
but it doesn’t make you a star.
I imagined Younger as
a TV show or movie almost before I thought of it as a book. It’s the kind of
high-concept idea that’s a natural for the screen: a 40-something mom pretends
to be younger to get a job and ends up with a secret 20-something life.
The idea was sparked by an article in Vogue about
extreme plastic surgery, but I didn’t want to write about the kind of woman
who’d have extreme plastic surgery. Then I was going to have my
character become younger by magic, a supernatural power I’d take over vortex
breath or wall-crawling any day.
And then my friend Christina Baker Kline, whose novel Orphan Train is now a number-one bestseller, had the fantastic idea to
have my heroine merely pass for younger. Give herself a makeover, disappear that
15-year gap on her resume, and not lie about her age, exactly, but commit what
Sister Miriam Gervase would call a sin of omission.
I wrote the first draft of Younger in
a two-week gallop at the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, refined it through
several long sessions of nitrous-enhanced dental surgery, published it with
Simon & Schuster, and waited for the Hollywood deals to roll in.
And they did roll in, only to roll right back out again, with the
regularity of the waves at Malibu. Until one night last August, when Google
Alerts informed me that TV Land was “fast-tracking” the series Younger
by Darren Star, based on the book by Pamela Redmond Satran. I was floored,
because not only was the show moving forward, but they actually mentioned me
and my book!
My LA agent Dana Spector had just gotten married, my NY agent
was on vacation, so all my initial news came from Page Six. The fall brought
more news: Sutton Foster was set to star, an inspired choice for a role that
demands freshness, combined with soul and serious acting chops. Then the
adorable Hilary Duff was tapped for the role of the younger colleague, giving
the show big-time Hollywood cred, with Debi Mazar as the main character’s best
friend — perfect, as I’d always thought of Debi as my secret
best friend. Then I read a draft of Darren Star’s script — this is the first
show he’s writing and producing himself since Sex & The City — which I thought was brilliant and hilarious. He not
only got my book, but made it faster and funnier.
Still, I couldn’t quite believe the show was actually going to
happen — did I mention that I lost my virginity about TV options a long time
ago? — until late one cold February night when in came an email from Darren
Star’s assistant inviting me to the first day of the pilot shoot. The very next
I had plans to visit my dying grandmother, which I quickly
Joke! I drove from my home in New Jersey all the way across the
vast New York metropolis to find Darren Star, standing in the snow outside a
pretty suburban house much like the one I’d left two hours before. He was
smiling, friendly, down-to-earth, waiting to meet me.
It turned out that my neighbor John Thomas was the DP on the shoot, an amazing
coincidence, and JT very generously found me a perch near the main monitor.
Sutton Foster, who I’d met after her show at the Cafe Carlyle, gave me a big
And then there was a moment, as the dozens of crew members and
the stars and the cameras and the booms swirled all around me, when it suddenly
hit me: Now it’s real. These are the characters I imagined alone in my studio
in the Virginia mountains, the situations I configured in the dentist’s chair,
the novel I published so long ago, and now all these people are here making it
into a real live TV show.
The official news was announced by TV Land on Monday: The network
has ordered 12 more episodes of Younger and the series will
debut in the fall. I saw an advance cut of the pilot last night, and I adore it.
By chance, the first 100 pages of my new novel, another high-concept idea on
the order of Younger, has just gone out to publishers. I hope that Darren Star — or
as I call him, Darren — will see it soon too.
Meanwhile, I signed up for a TV writing class with sitcom vet
Jerry Parzigian at the Jacob Krueger Studios in New York and I’ve written an
episode of Younger. My LA agent is less than encouraging about my chances of
becoming a television writer at this late date, but my optimism is as refreshed
as my Younger heroine’s resume and shoe wardrobe.
Hey, if you read an article in Vogue and
get an idea for a book that would make an amazing TV show, you would probably
be right if you told yourself that probably nothing is ever going to happen.
Except that sometimes it does.