Recently, on a road trip through South Texas, my mother told me she did not plan to live past 80. I turned to her and gave her a look like “What does that mean?” I suggested that she wait to see how things are when she is 80 to assess whether she is ready to … Continue reading Reflections from the Half-way Line
I try to blog once a month, but lately even that has been a tall order. (Sigh...with tiny violin in hand.) Between my day job and writing at night, working on film program applications, scripts I’m tidying up, petting attention-starved kitties, etc., the hum of fatigue rattles the walls of my skull. No amount of … Continue reading White People Get Away With Everything: How “Empowerment” Agendas Backfire
Having gotten through the "season of giving," I've come home with a small stack of contemporary novels I've borrowed from my sister, and several CDs of music another family member burned for me of new bands he is listening to. As I started to listen to the music and browse through the chapters of a … Continue reading Have You Properly Masticated Your Art Today?: Problems with Art as a Consumable Supply
Interviewer: How much rewriting do you do? Hemingway: It depends. I rewrote the ending of Farewell to Arms, the last page of it, 39 times before I was satisfied. Interviewer: Was there some technical problem there? What was it that had stumped you? Hemingway: Getting the words right. – Ernest Hemingway, The Paris Review Interview, … Continue reading Revision: What a Slow Agonizing Pain in the Tuckus!
In my previous posts, I've been writing about my next feature project, How to Eat Pho, a black comedy that (for now) is about three distant sisters who have to get their shit together long enough to throw their dying ex-porn star dad his last birthday party. One sister is a mid-aged B zombie film … Continue reading What Puppets Are Teaching Me…
If you step into my work space/office, one of the many things you will notice is a large black file cabinet, hailing from probably the 1960s and having been used by who knows how many disgruntled secretaries with carpal tunnel and bad beehive hairdos. I bought the thing at a used office supply store down … Continue reading Coffee stained napkins and stickie notes: the big black file cabinet as my Wunderkammer