This blog is a mix of bar reviews, my ramblings, movie and television reviews, my struggles as a writer, more, less comprehensible ramblings, and from time to time some posts from a very drunk me sitting at a bar giving you news updates. They'll come in as **IMPORTANT NEWS UPDATE** but they'll only be important to me.

Today I'm rambling about my struggles as a writer. I can combine two because this is my fucking blog.

I'm working on a screenplay which is turning into a novel. I have four such unfinished projects not including this one. Rarely do I bring them up in conversations because most of my friends will laugh and tell me something negative or if it is an acquaintance they will offer their 2 cents and either say something negative or give me undeserved praise, which aggravates me the most as the work is unfinished.

Thousands of ideas have floated through my noggin over the years. I recently gave up on a project; saying good bye to a character is a sad decision when the piece is not viable. Some of them get second lives with different characteristics, like the reincarnation of a young Vietnamese girl to a 40-year old Basque cowboy. Nobody but I knows they share the same soul.

The ideas come to me like waking dreams. Often its during a long walk when I see someone and wonder about their story or an event on the street like an argument.  I see the opening scene, I see the players, I see the locations and the planned shots, I see the action, I see the tragedy, and I see the ending. It's a gift to do this in such little time and it is a curse.

Getting my lazy ass to work on the project is the most difficult phase of the work plan. When I sit through readings or similar "meet so-and-so" events at book stores and conventions, I ask the writers, "how do you motivate yourself?" Pretty much every time I get, "I just do." Gee, thanks, that helped!


The young Vietnamese girl really didn't reincarnate into the cowboy, it was a gay businessman who became the cowboy. That damn girl is still alive and breathing and I'm writing her tale right now. It's a science fiction piece about a group of super hero kids but they don't have any real super powers aside from their brains and bodies. It takes place over 30 years and main characters die and good people make bad decisions and bad people win most of the battles and look like the heroes.

That is all I'll share because many writers are superb technical writers and can edit the crap out of your best work but they lack the ability to see. They cannot chisel the rock to get to the statue that was always there and like the coworker who knows how to take credit for everything good that you do, these writers will steal your ideas and they will envy you and they will hate you.

When it comes to your creations: don't trust anyone.