Pipeline Artists

Ultimately, my goal was to connect with who I was ten years ago, and show him that gay nobodies can do epic things.

Now I’m driven to write books that will draw in reluctant readers, so they can escape into books like I used to do.

... nothing makes me happier than engaging with a new script or film idea that challenges who I am, what I'm feeling, and what I want to say. That pursuit, in my opinion, is what makes a person an artist.

The biggest misconception related to writing is that you either have “it” or you don’t. Everyone can develop their writing skills, and where you’re at now versus ten years later should look very different if you put in the time.

"The sooner you embrace your weirdest self, the sooner you'll find the stories you were meant to tell." -Benjamin Franklin...actually did not say this.

Reflecting on our mortality is a process of personal grief that comes with all the psychological pitfalls of grieving for another.

The beautifully tragic thing about this absolutely mental way of life is that you have no desire to do anything else.

It’s so fulfilling to work alongside someone who intuitively understands my intentions, knows when to push back, and can help fill in the gaps of knowledge and experience.

Having been told my entire life I feel too much, I am now in love with working in a medium that defies a lie we tell ourselves to avoid transformation.

When you start writing, your first instinct is to want to write for other people—but you quickly learn that it's not always sustainable to do so.

It's okay to take the time to find and seek—both yourself and the story you hope to tell.

If you’re trying to hit the zeitgeist, you’re gonna miss and be too late. Authenticity is timeless ...

And all of this is happening at a time when the culture is redefining women—tossing aside Harriet and Lucy for Maude and Mary Tyler Moore—and deciding that female student-athletes should have access to the same benefits as the guys (with the passage of Title IX).

I was dropped into a radioactive vat of freckles and now roam the Earth to ginger-fy its people. Er—no. Wrong origin story.

After college, I worked as a freelance writer and editor, along with several other side gigs, including an ill-fated stint as a Hollywood apartment manager.