idea sharing

Last week was “show week”: the culmination of a three-month corporate scriptwriting project. I arrived in Chicago (the site of the show), ready for anything. I’ve written enough of these shows now to know that anything can happen. (Anything!)…

I’ve known for some time that I wanted to write this newsletter. Three years perhaps. I had to wait until my rage against Charlie had faded. To be clear, Charlie is a lovely man. Every time I’ve seen him, I’ve smiled, said “Hey Charlie,” and…

I don’t like to be misunderstood. No one likes it. But I REALLY don’t like it. After all, my career is about using words to communicate. Isn’t that why writers write? (It is, according to this picture I took in my son’s first grade classroom.) So…

My youth was filled with crappy cars. Or, more accurately: stories about crappy cars. By the early 1960s (a good 10 years before I came along), my parents had four kids crammed into that very Volkswagen Beetle you see pictured here. My oldest brother…

Have you ever taken something you are certain you know how to do—something that is integral to who you are—and thrown it all out the window to start completely over, relearning it from the ground up? It’s not an endeavor to take lightly. I know…