writing

I never saw myself as a storyteller. I saw myself as a listener, a reader, a lover of stories, not a teller of them.

There's one really great thing about this writers strike.

Continually I find myself unable to capture the details in my imagination as words on a page. It's an awful cycle. I love it.

So here I am. It’s the second day of January. I’m starting something new. I’m calling it a “web log” or “blog” for short. (It's okay to laugh, that was a joke.)