“Chicago 7”: Sorkin’s Masterpiece

The Full Name Is “The Trial Of The Chicago 7,” But It’s Too Long For A Title Let’s be clear: I’m a big Aaron Sorkin fan. In fact I believe he is – and here’s not a word I toss around lightly – a genius. He’s palpably influenced my writing. What I love most about him,Continue reading ““Chicago 7”: Sorkin’s Masterpiece”

Why Am I Even A Writer?

I write because…somehow I became a writer. I can only contribute what I can contribute. Believe me, I’d be a worse than useless frontline worker in this pandemic. I write because it gives me my best shot as being an acceptably good father, son, friend, partner, and citizen. I also write because, hopefully, in some small way, some of it may speak to someone else out there, and at least make them feel a little less alone. But that’s pretty lofty.

The Pandemic Paradox

This Should Really Be Titled “My Pandemic Paradox,” But Then It Would Sound Less Like A Robert Ludlum Novel, Which Is Frankly My Goal With All Of My Titles. I think the Pandemic may have broken me. And before I even start, I want to make it clear I’m not on the front lines ofContinue reading “The Pandemic Paradox”

A Brief Intermission

“I’m learning to have confidence that, though I’m a firm believer of not stopping to getting in your own way when things are humming, it’s OK to try to recognize when that hum diminishes, and to have faith that it will come back when its ready to.”

In The Beginning, Was The Word, and The Word Was…?

In my experience, there’s a lot you have control over as a writer. That’s the craft part. But the inspiration, the sudden urge to take a Kierkergaardian leap of faith, isn’t a part I really understand intellectually. And not only am I OK with that, I’m grateful for it. This way, unlike almost everything else in my life, I can’t get in my own way.

Beating Swords Into One Acts

We’re living in an age where people are given permission, indeed often encouraged by our “leaders,” to view other as less than human…I’d just like the audience to see a bit of themselves, or those they care about in the characters.

My Naughty Weekend Fling With Chekhov’s The Cherry Orchard

“This guy (Chekhov) might know a thing or two about playwriting.” – Jill Eikenberry

Social Distancing From Myself

As someone for whom “inner peace” has usually been an oxymoron, being trapped indoors is a real challenge.