Follow Through

I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up. All I managed to figure out after high school and college was that I wasn't cut out for a 9-to-5 job. I'm not good with cubicles. I fell into writing by chance, and happened to find the thing that I love to do. Don't think I don't know how lucky I am.


Wanna be a screenwriter? You've gotta move to LA. So I did. Was it terrifying? Maybe. I may or may not have cried in the cab on the way to my new apartment the night I landed at LAX. You get over it.


My writing partner and I worked our little fingers to the bone. Perseverance paid off: with a little help and a little luck , we landed ourselves a fantastic manager who also happens to be a fantastic guy.


So we're on the path. Writing, rewriting, and rewriting again. Hoping to catch someone's attention and nail down that elusive "yes."


In between my day job and my night-time / weekend screenwriting, I'm going to write a YA novel. I've had this character in my head, and I'm not sure her story can be told in 120 pages. At least not yet.


So, follow through. It's not just a fantastic Gavin DeGraw song, you know.