It happens with alarming regularity. I wake in the night with a prattling thought, and toss and turn for a while, trying to relax back into sleep. Between pointless rolls of my body east and west I start coming up with ideas that, like Jack’s beanstalk, climb towards the heavens at steroidal speeds.
I spent the better part of the week in an intensive workshop-like writing process with a friend. We got an amazing amount done in a short period, but we refrained from the scripting of any dialogue, sticking solely to the outline process. Naturally, you start hearing lines you’d like to include. Read more…
My father was fond of saying that stream of consciousness was stumbled upon when trains were invented. It was the first time humans were able to see the world go by at rapid speed through a window, thereby creating some illusion of a conscious dream state. Whether the historical hypothesis is true, I can attest that my mind behaves differently on trains and busses. Read more…
I always know when somebody has an insightful suggestion for me because I want to punch them in the face. It’s likely generated from the frustrated realization that (a) it’s a good idea, (b) I should have figured it out myself, and (c) I’d rather not examine that particular aspect of my life. So when somebody told me recently to “allow space for the abundance that surrounds me,” and I subsequently wanted to toss her off a rooftop, I figured there must be something to it. Read more…
This is not a piece in favor of incompetence. Quite the contrary, it’s a call for competence via incompetence. Read on, you’ll understand…
I’ve had several discussions lately about timing. When do you do something, like, say, make a short film project. And certainly timing, and planning, matter. But more often than not, in waiting for the perfect moment, which of course never arrives, we don’t do anything at all. Read more…
There are at least two versions of the story. In one, a man tosses breadcrumbs into the air every day. When asked why he does this, he says, “To keep the tigers away from the village.” When told that there are no tigers within a thousand miles of the village, he says, “See?”
The second version has a man standing on a street corner snapping his fingers continually. When asked why he does this, he replies, “To keep the elephants out of the city.” When told that there are no elephants in the city, he says, “See?” Read more…
It happens with alarming regularity. I wake in the night with a prattling thought, and toss and turn for a while, trying to relax back into sleep. Between pointless rolls of my body east and west I start coming up with ideas that, like Jack’s beanstalk, climb towards the heavens at steroidal speeds.
