Waiting in line at Starbucks, gleaming rows of pastries beckoning behind the glass, Jarvis felt something loosening — and clamped his fists against the terror.
Why I’m Not Famous
Her face was concave, like it had been mashed in by the butt-end of a fork and people never used to smile at her until she got fake tits.
Here I am at this Thai restaurant. Just snapped a photo of myself w my new iPad and uploaded straight to my blog from the same device. Awesomesauce.
Interior: Supermarket is the first script I wrote after arriving in New York last year. The first draft was completed in about ten days; rewrites lasted just over a month. Despite […]
My script Joe has now made it to the Quarter-Finalist round in two of the more respected screenwriting competitions in the industry: BlueCat and Scriptapalooza. I already know it didn’t […]
The post title comes from a weird, SPAM-generated comment which appeared on my blog this morning. The links were all for Viagra. Anyway I just wanted to announce to the […]
Unbelievable, but true! Even while living one of the most comfortable and privileged lives in all of human history, a writer will find something to bitch about in order to avoid doing actual work.