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April, May, etc. for now

So April came and went without a new story. Most of you reading this already know why, but I suppose I should post an official explanation.

Rene and Lil’s original adventure (in the form of a spec screenplay my friend Ben and I wrote) managed to get us some representation out in LA. That means we (and subsequently, I) need to stay focused on getting more screenplay projects off the ground. That also means I’ll be taking a break from these monthly stories… Not because I don’t care about them. Quite the opposite, actually. Loathe as I am to leave the experiment unfinished, dividing my attention and half-assing it seems worse. Giving anything less than everything I have would be a disservice to… all parties involved (fictional or non).

The idea behind all this was to keep me writing consistently. The only reason I’m stopping is that there are other things I need to be writing instead. I’ll return to this world eventually (in some form or other). I may also continue to post things here from time to time. But for now, I’m selling out my headspace in the hope that something truly magical will happen and I won’t have to be a high school teacher anymore. Cross your fingers, pray, wish or sacrifice accordingly.

Besides, for me… writing screenplays is like running through a field of flowers. Writing prose is like running through a field of molasses.

Thanks to all who’ve been reading and commenting. I’ll keep you posted, of course.

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  1. EM HumMay 11, 2010 at 11:50 AM

    I am a little bummed, but it is easily overridden by my excitement for you! Best of luck. Before you go all Hollywood on us, I hope you have a little time to perhaps critique something for me... I'd be ever so appreciative.

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