Perfectly Ordinary: The Resistible Rise of the ChatBot

Programs like ChatGPT ... according to Noam Chomsky and others, are actually distracting us from the true goal of creating a technology that thinks.
Hollywood Films Written By and About Women - Part 1

The fact that writing was seen as "women's work," ironically created a window in which many women forged influential careers in the industry and were able to quickly expand into directing, producing, and executive roles.
Serving Up Notes

... you are a chef and your script is the meal. Why? Because I’m hungry, recently rewatched "The Bear," and this analogy works.
Someone Stole My Script! (Maybe)

... there is a lot of misunderstanding about what it means to “steal” a screenplay—i.e., what constitutes copyright infringement.
The Explainer

But what, to be crass, of art?! What of our ability to grieve, engage, and change at a point in time where we need to collectively practice all three?
Get Back in the Room

For some, the crisis is over, and for others, it is not. Therefore, Zoom, if you must. But know that you’re doing so at your own professional peril.
Money, Money, Money

Sadly, the well-known quip about exposure not paying the bills is becoming truer every day. So, what can creative industries do to help writers feel more financially secure?
F*ck It

... I still could feel that cursed imposter syndrome setting up camp in my gut, a disruptive, loud-as-shit tenant, if there ever was one.
From First Trans Priest to Playwright: The Journey of Shannon TL Kearns

"You don't have to stay in a place that doesn't love all of you."
Why is Hollywood Ditching Its Rule of "Show, Don't Tell"?

Have we gotten to the point where we need our hands held so continually?
Publishing Part 3: Finally Trad Published and Endlessly Emotional

I’ve officially been a trad debut author since May. So, let’s talk about it.
The Agony and Ecstasy of Switching Genres

I had preconceived notions about the genre, most of which were rather unfair.
Ever-Moving Goalposts

For the briefest of moments, I thought I’d made it. I was so proud of my achievements. Of course, the joy didn’t last forever.
Do Dark Times Call for Dark Stories

We can’t recognize escapism any more when hard truths are staring back at us every morning in the mirror.