Mincy says:
A few years back I was at my uncle's 50th birthday party, which was being held at a swanky country club in the suburbs of Chicago. While I was filling up a plate with shrimp, I was approached by my uncle's best friend and his wife.
"Steve tells us you're a writer," the man said.
"Well, I would like to be a writer. I haven't sold anything yet." I had written a couple of screenplays which had done nothing but win some minor awards in Chicago and get me a completely uneventful meeting w...
Published on July 07, 2013 15:10