Friendship and an Accidental Obsession with Jane Austen

Without me even realizing, Emma Thompson had been guiding my ship the moment I put pen to paper. I couldn’t ask for a better teacher.
You Can't Win

I look at myself, where I'm at in my career, what I've achieved (or not achieved) so far, and I groan.
Making a Meal of It

So much of what you adore when you read or watch is the result of an author, screenwriter, actor, director, stepping out onto a limb and offering you more.
The Year After

When you write something and present it to the world, it’s exciting. It might feel like a dream come true. But what they don’t tell you is that it’s also terrifying.
Who the Hell Do You Think You Are?

Be careful to avoid binding your identity too closely to your pursuits.
Embracing the Blank Page

If we get too attached to the goal—get an agent, sell this project—and forget that writing is allowed to be fun.
How To Hate Screenwriting in 10 Easy Steps

It’s true that some people are born with a natural loathing for screenwriting. But that doesn’t mean it’s unattainable for the rest of us.
The Ultimate Growth Opportunity

It was time to grow. I could see it coming miles away, and I knew it wouldn’t be pleasant.
Simp for the Reader

Unless you’re writing only for you, you need to keep the audience in mind. Especially if that audience is the gatekeeper to all your hopes and dreams.
Designing the Perfect Writer's Group

Both from my pent up decade of jealousy and my own recent increase in writer’s group activity, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about all the variables in creating your ideal creative collective.
Single-Year Itch: 365 Days in Writing Exile

I decided to focus on the things I could control rather than treating my career like a blind gamble, because the house always wins.
How to Tell Your Loved Ones You Wrote About Them

You’re telling a fictionalized version of true events, and now comes the awkward part: how to tell the people who may recognize themselves in it.
On Cherishing Solitude

As my heart continued to drum, my mind slowly went to a place where I became uncomfortable in my skin.