Tale of a Redwood Spoon
This is how I will heal what two years in L.A. have done to me.
Why Creative Pursuits are Worthy Work
... if we’re not doing the thing that makes us tick, are we really living to our potential and sending the right message to those that might be watching and emulating?
And there I was in the fancy office of a multi-million-dollar production house where I acted like a 10-year-old schoolboy sent to the principal’s office.
How to Know When It's Time to Quit, Part 2
The more pressure you put on yourself, the less likely you are to write. Instead of setting huge daily/weekly goals, set goals that you can easily accomplish.
Brown Paper Bag
Not wanting to turn into a bitter (or incarcerated) adult, and also a seasoned aficionado of sugar, I suffered DEEPLY from bag envy.
How to Know When It's Time to Quit, Part 1
You have to actually write a book to get better at writing books.
Get Back on the Mat Anyway, Part 2
Stop focusing on all the things you haven't done, and start focusing on the things you have.
Tales from a NaNoWriMo Novice, Part 2
How do you trick yourself into believing that you can still do it? That you should keep going even if you know deep down in your soul you’re not going to “win” anymore?
Form Follows Function and Other Lessons My Mother Keeps Teaching Me
We argue because our art form, screenwriting, is different from so many other types of writing. In screenwriting, form literally follows function.
Tales From a NaNoWriMo Novice, Part 1
Say no to life more. This is not the month to live, it’s the month to write.
Shout and Murmur!
Oh, how differently this "Thank you" reads from the one earlier—how bitter, how nostalgic. And truly, who can’t feel the dejection in that pitiful send-off "best of luck"?
Literally Write What You Know (Figuratively)
That’s what “write what you know” really means. It means you should take a feeling, or a unique experience you’ve lived through—something that is quintessentially you—and put it on the page.
Joe Straynge is Dead
I was creating something so this skin could move through the world like a phantom. Something that would protect me as I hid beneath the surface of whatever I’ve become.
Writers Shouldn’t Have to Sell Our Souls
Writer’s lives are not clickbait, and they are not a work of fiction to be dramatized for effect.
Drawing didn’t heal me. Risk taking did.