Work. Don't Think. Relax.

I Love All Of The Arts. I Love Motion Pictures. I Love Stage. I Love Theater.

Sometimes You Just Have To Jump Out The Window And Grow Wings On The Way Down.

This Afternoon, Burn Down The House. Tomorrow, Pour Critical Water Upon The Simmering Coals. Time Enough To Think And Cut And Rewrite Tomorrow. But Today-explode-f Ly-apart-disint Egrate! The Other Six Or Seven Drafts Are Going To Be Pure Torture. So Why Not Enjoy The First Draft, In The Hope That Your Joy Will Seek And Find Others In The World Who, By Reading Your Story, Will Catch Fire, Too?

Into The Air, Over The Valleys, Under The Stars, Above A River, A Pond, A Road, Flew Cecy. Invisible As New Spring Winds, Fresh As The Breath Of Clover Rising From Twilight Fields, She Flew.

Edgar Allen Poe Really Started Me When I Was 8. I Fell In Love With Everything Of His.