I met a bartender who wanted to write a screenplay.
These people always suck me in for a second before revealing how lost they really are, how much a waste of time they’ve really been.
I met him when I moved to Seattle, and he asked, of course, “What do you do?”
His eyes lit up when I said “writer”, and he asked, of course, “What kind of writing do you do?”
Encouraged by his bright eyes, I explained my work in journalism, blogging, and ebooks for writers.
Then he said, “Oh, I was hoping you wrote...
Published on January 02, 2013 04:00