As I so often do, yesterday evening I took a moment to reflect on my life a little. Sometimes my thoughts will veer towards more recent events that have transpired, and sometimes they will wander a littlefarther. This time, I traveled seven years back into my past. Of course, my memory is not that of…
An empty stage
These days, friends are in short supply. People my age don't suddenly start making good friends. Your best friends come from your youth, from days before all the bullshit, the people who knew you beforeyou turned into who you are today. It's a shame how my friends keep dropping away, one by one. It's disheartening…
Neighborhood evenings and an apple pie
The sun had set, leaving the skies in a dull faded shade of purple. The air was pleasant and the breeze cool. I welcomed it as it brushed past my face. It reminded me that autumn was close approaching.My stroll around my neighborhood was uneventful, yet meaningful all the same. And to think it started…
Oh no, the rain.
This morning, I got off the subway train and headed towards the exit. As I approached it, I noticed that there was some kind of line. People were lined up at the exit. I figured it was the rain. Right I was: people were craning their necks to see outside from within the exit platform.…
On Writing: Novel or screenplay? (and how the summer sucks for writing)
I had made my decision to move from writing for film to writing a novel a while ago. I wish I had come across this article first: it would've sped up my decision making process. The article clarifiesmy instincts and expresses what I felt about the distinction between the two mediums. I feel satisfied that…
