To be an artist or writer means to become intimately acquainted with rejection.
I’m Back, And I’m Not Even Sure Where I Went It’s been a while since I’v posted on here – well over a month. A confluence of factors, some good, some less than ideal, conspired to keep me away. Like most of us this year, I’ve sort of lost a real sense of time, soContinue reading “2020 Gets Even 2020ier”
“This guy (Chekhov) might know a thing or two about playwriting.” – Jill Eikenberry
always wrote but for the first fifty years or so I didn’t show it to anybody. It was something I did for myself. Then in 1994 — I remember because it was the last year of our TV show — I showed a friend of ours – a writer on LA Law — a story I had written. He said, “It’s a book.” And that became my first book. I guess I just needed a little encouragement.