Here’s a little story about why I am 100% A-OK if no one ever buys one of my books.
Many moons and a lifetime ago, I was on a film set in the middle of the southern Ohio backwoods in August. The humidity was thick enough to cut with a knife, but the recluse spiders, poison ivy, and snakes required heavy boots and long pants. I was further weighed down by a thick script binder, a carpenters apron filled with pens, pencils, bug spray, sunscreen, and bottled water, and a heavy stopwatch around my neck. Continue reading “Nobody may ever read this, and that’s A-OK.”
