Edoardo Ballerini

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…

As I lay in bed last night I was struck with an idea for a book.  As with all ideas that visit in the wee hours, it was sheer brilliance.  So, as any great person does, I got to work on it right away, in my head, in bed.  Getting up would have been such a bother, and surely such a stroke of genius would stay with me until morning.  Didn’t Melville write “Moby Dick” twice?  And didn’t Joyce write “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man” after tossing “Stephen Hero” into the fire?  Greatness stays with you.  Best to stay warm. Read more…