Lee Matthew Goldberg

Encased in glass at the end of the room, the door pulsed. He gripped the knob that was hot to the touch from the sun. But he managed to turn it and swung open the door, peering into an endless blackness that existed on the other side.

Ideas are like assholes: everyone’s got ‘em. So, what makes your idea worthy of becoming a book, or a film, or a TV series?

I had to learn to become as good a businessman as I was a wordsmith.

The death knell of a writer is to become bored, or even worse, blocked. I’ve avoided this plague by keeping myself challenged and engaged in different mediums.

After I finished a draft, I emerged from my cocoon of grief, wiped the ice chips off my body, and wasn’t prone to crying in the middle of the street anymore. I left it all on the page.