Friday, January 22, 2010

The Times I Live In

I can't write the next great American novel. I can't even write a story longer than 10,000 words (most of these blog posts run between 300-600 words). I can't stick with a single story for more than a pair of months. That's why I have to try.

To have a good present, I need to have a great future and a selective past.

I have written short (and short-short) stories and will continue to do so; but now it's time to write the unwritten. The thousand-thousand ideas. Shields will be broken and compromises will be made, but this will not be the last endeavor to a place bordered by failure.

This isn't the final whistle, it's the kickoff. It's time I start playing this new literary game of ambitions: We Service What We Sell.

1 comment:

  1. this is funny considering you've written 1,201 feature length screenplays already.

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