Why this blog?

 I want to be a writer…there, I said it.

Wanting to be a writer is an embarrassing badge to wear. I am deathly afraid to tell people about my dream. It’s odd like that – I wouldn’t be embarrassed to tell them if my dream was to win the lottery or play professional football. For some reason, telling somebody that I want to be a writer is almost like telling them that I want to wear women’s clothes. They almost always reply with: “Neat. Good luck with that.”

My reply: “How dare you, sir! I am not some LA hack with a liberal arts degree who sits around waiting to be discovered. I’m going places man. I’m going to be the 1 out of 1,000 that makes it.”  

This is the reason why a punch a clock at a day job that I can’t stand. This is the reason why I read book after book about how to be a screenwriter. This is why I carry around a tattered old notebook filled with undecipherable phrases and illegible ideas.

I am going to be one of the ones who make it.