
For the last many months I have been feeling my way around a new screenplay. For the majority of that time, it has remained nebulous in my mind. Only a few scenes of a million imagined have struck me as necessary, and so stuck. And even for those few scenes, I had a difficult time…
What is the point of being understood? Is there one? One mode for self-evaluation in my writing is comprehensibility – who’s to say that being understood matters all the time. It doesn’t. My favorite authors took me ages to understand. Taking an original thought and refining it takes the edge off of it, and deprives…
5 minutes ago I had a distinct idea of what I was going to write in this post. Now, I only remember what’s in the title. That is to say, bear with me. Big “M” Meaning is a hard thing to nail down. A few weeks after I moved in with my current roommates (shoutout…