I’m at one of my network of writing-conducive cafes; I’ve just polished off a flat brown and five pages of a new Earbud Theater script I’m calling Monday for the Sweepers. My previous script Scary Ride is in the final
The Count
One way to really freeze me in my tracks is to ask me how long my book is. What will happen is, I’ll answer honestly – Seeing by Moonlight is about 88,000 words long, give or take. And then, whomever
Public Domain – when it stops being stealing
In general, I focus on original work; although the biggest payday I’ve ever had as a writer was technically for an adaptation. When I sold Queen Lara I wrote on the title page that it was “freely adapted” from Shakespeare’s
Time waits for no muse
I was chatting with a friend this morning who gave me some intel about an opportunity for a playwriting commission for which I could put myself on the inside track. I had to ask what the timetable was. She said
Idle Hands, yo.
Last week I was expecting to get back the manuscript of my novel from my partner so I could start editing. I still don’t have it back so, restless, I started working on this short film script I’d brainstormed recently
Okay, so it’s a long short
I had an idea for a short film that was pretty exciting to me. It felt a little more substantial than the last couple of shorts I wrote; maybe an ambitious 15-20 pages with room for a couple of layers,
Could Nick survive The Day With No Bar Graph?
Because I am incredibly nerdy, I maintain a spreadsheet list of the projects I want to write where I keep track of their current stage of development. I also have a separate tab on the spreadsheet where I note everything
Yep, it Happened Again
Basically, I get an idea. Usually, the idea comes in the form of a question: “What if….?” I ask myself the question. I ask a few close friends the question. I see if the question provokes any interesting reactions in
This Finishing Kick Has Left Me Woozy in the Head
I’m drafting the last chapter of the novel now. Actually, there’s an epilogue after, but I finished that awhile back. Next Wednesday is my due date; and I am still confident that I’ll make it. I’m writing in a weirdly-unconscious
Blah blah large…blah blah multitudes
Today I finished the first draft of a new one-act play. It’s called The Rothko and it’s about a man who kicks a hole in a $30 million painting and can’t explain why he did it. This upsets people; and