It's okay to fail. It does not make you forever a failure. In fact, there are no failures really. Only human beings doing the best they can.
~ Christy Hall
I wish my brain had an off switch. Maybe that way I could get some sleep.
When I am alone, I drink my tea with pinkie raised, like a kid playing tea party. At times, a fancy British accent is involved. Dahling!
I want everyday magic.
If you think someone is humble, never tell them so. You will unknowingly rob them of the very thing you admire.
Every day in New York City is a test. Work hard and pass this test, you get a chocolate cookie. From a strange man on the subway. A man without pants.
Occupation: WriterOccupational Hazard: Carpel tunnelSolution: Wrist guards to bed or my hands do all the sleeping Perspective: I've decided my wrist guards have turned me into a Ninja Superhero that hides in the shadows
Walking the Camino de Santiago taught me the wonders of physical challenge, the wonders of spiritual freedom, and the wonders of baby powder.
The night before a deadline, I usually am in desperate need of a back rub. And new wrists. And candy. And little mice to secretly finish the job while I am sleeping.
If I had a nickel for all the times I've been shushed in my life? Bam! Instant millionaire!
Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn't stop.
Sometimes I dream so vividly, so expectantly, I wonder if I'm crazy...
I know it's difficult in the beginning. But, listen. If you have the impulse to write, do yourself a favor, do the world a favor, and write.
It's hard to be a dreamer sometimes. I'm tired.
No.'It's not a bad word. And it is very important to use at times. Practice saying it in the mirror. It's empowering.
I am swimming in a sea of words, attempting to keep my head above water.
Life baffles me most days. Maybe that's why I write. To try and make sense of it all.
I have written until I fell asleep with my computer on my lap. That can't be normal.
The defining lines of reality have always been a bit blurred for me.
I'm not gonna lie...sometimes this whole writing thing is a lonely business.
Most days, writing simply requires work-ethic, discipline, clarity, focus, time. Other days...it will demand absolutely everything of you.
That moment you realize you are doing the right thing for the wrong reasons and the wrong thing for the right reasons.
Nothing is louder than silence.
I do not recommend writing a screenplay in two weeks.
When a solid first draft of an original tale is complete...you feel as if you could do anything.
Give all that you can. No more. No less. Every. Single. Day.
I write because that is what I am supposed to do.
A writer writes. There are no exceptions to this reality. No excuses. Stop wasting time talking about your stories and get them on paper.
As you near a finish line, do not slow down. Instead, run faster. Give all you have left until it is done. It is then that you may collapse.
Don't be afraid of what you're creating.
What you really want is all too often hidden just behind what you think you want.
Let life be the foundation. Be brave. Wander deep inside yourself to the little room no one knows about. Fling the door wide open and write.
Nothing makes you feel smaller than New York City...
I've never been high. Writing is my drug of choice. You don't ever have to come down from that kind of high, I tell ya. And, best part is, it's free.
My stories are my children. Some are sweet infants that I coddle and care for. Others are old enough now, they need to damn well get a job!
A writing day is like any other day. Except I live in my pajamas, I forget to eat, and I suddenly look up, wondering when day turned into night.
I just slept for fifteen hours straight. Yes, writing a musical is THAT exhausting!
Because. Everything worth anything takes time.
You are more ready and able to grasp at opportunity when your hands are empty.
Lost in New York City. Not that I don't know where I am, but rather perplexed as to where I am going.
