I Worked The Drive-through At Mcdonald's And

I Have A Lot Of Books Optioned. This One Sat Around For A While - Part Of That Was Just Because I Was Trying To Figure It Out, And I Didn't Realize I Needed Pam To Figure It Out - But I'm Not Somebody That Likes To Option Books And Then Sit On Them.

It Feels Really Sad, To Me, To Go To A Dark Bedroom. It's Like Surrendering To The Night Or Something.

I Think It Helps The Writers To Sell Their Books, If They Announce My Attachment, But It Doesn't Mean That I'm Going To Make The Movies In The Next Year, Or Two, Or Three.

The Wind Came In Languid Gusts Like Whispered Reminders.

For Whatever Reason, I Have An Emotional Life That Wants To Come Out.