You can believe whatever you want to believe. I believe the old screenwriter loved to write screenplays.
Read MoreThe only thing that ever stands between me and doing anything is how friendly a story I’m telling myself about whatever it is I’m going to do.
Read MoreNo matter how glad I am when that new idea arrives at my door, no matter how interested I become when I see a familiar subject from an unfamiliar perspective, I remain vaguely uneasy about tomorrow and its unwritten story.
Read MoreIf you got it then the movie must have given it to you, and movies don’t give to some and not others. How could he not get it?
Read MoreIdeas always arrived when you were quiet, when you weren’t trying, when you weren’t worried, when you weren’t doubting.
Read MoreThe model sat on my desk for a time, a little monument to what almost was.
Read MoreIn truth, once I’m done writing something, I’m on to the next thing.
Read MoreEventually, not that bad becomes its own kind of prison as I dream of good or great.
Read MoreLaughter seemed like its own solution, the completion of a circle. If I was laughing, everything was okay.
Read MoreFacts can tell many different stories, including the story of my guilt.
Read MoreA dependable person says, “Circumstances don’t determine whether I show up – I do.”
Read MoreI had an entertainer’s instinctual relationship to crowd-size, feeling more valued, more wanted and appreciated the more people there were who came to see and hear me.
Read MoreOur true lives are lived forever between two worlds.
Read MoreI was looking forward to that moment of comfort and satisfaction, of discovering what felt like it had been made for me.
Read MoreThe world, I felt, had a magnetic power to suck my attention away from what I actually wanted to focus on.
Read MoreThere seems to be no retreat from thinking, except, perhaps, at my work desk.
Read MoreThere is something invaluable known by the fan. You can’t replace it with craft or a desire for more sales.
Read MoreLife is so engrossing when you give it your full attention.
Read MoreI’ve forgotten I made them all, these trolls destroying of my peace with their noise and nonsense, these harpies clawing at my heart with their worry and fear.
Read MoreOne of the challenges of being an artist is learning how to accept other people’s appreciation with integrity.
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