Writing, for me, is like facing bone-crushing whitewater rapids
Writing is the lure of the river, and bragging rights if you survive. It’s hearing the roar of the rapids beyond the river’s pinched curve before you can see them. It’s facing the Big Drops and the churning whitewater beyond, knowing I might be able to navigate the angry tongue of water. Or I might be swallowed.
I have two screenplays in the works – a riches-to-rags story set in Las Vegas and a screenplay that uses the harsh high desert landscape of southern Utah to support a tragic story of mental deterioration.