Thank you. a.co/d/5vNQrXq

I’ve spent six months turning 8 unsold screenplays into prose. The first, Wolfbane with Tim Bradstreet cover Art, launches on Amazon in 3 days. I admit I’m giddy :)

I’m still pissed off that Tom Petty is dead. And George Harrison and Prince and David Bowie. But fuckin Trump is still alive.

I don’t know anything about moles. I dig a 12 inch hole and buried her under soft dirt. I either killed her or gave her life.

Big Wheel > Green Machine

I’m yer huckleberry.

Cowboy Gandalf entering the hobbit hole.

Off the grid.

No cheating. Your last saved celebrity pic is your therapist.

I wrote about Neil Gaiman, and the women accusing him of sexual coercion, assault and abuse. www.vulture.com/article/neil...

Here you go: the #Superman trailer. Krypto, take us home. youtu.be/uhUht6vAsMY?...

I’m a good writer. Sure I’ve written weird shit for money but loved every fucking word. Made big movies and flops. Made stupid money and slept in my car. Journey > destination, but destination has been lovely. That said, I’ll never be as good as the first 13 minutes of Searching for Bobby Fisher. :)

Editing her manuscript in the Winter Room by fire and pagan tree to the sounds of Tally Hall.

Happy Jason in the Snow Day y’all.

Land. Dog. Goats.

Gregg Wallace’s career is ruined. He’ll have no choice but move into American politics.

I decided I wouldn’t brag about my birthday present… But that was days ago.

Serious question: Women, can you be self deprecating at work or in a leadership role? OR is that show of self awareness and/or humanity interpreted as weakness and/or failure?

:)

A eucalyptus based topped off with White Oak. It’s officially too hot to write in here. My nipples are sweating… which I recommend if you have the means.

That’s better.

I’m not saying we bought a castle surrounded by carneys. To the west it’s mostly haunted forest. Mostly.

This is the Brown Foyer. This is where I put my boots on every morning.

Political thrillers are ruined. I’m watching a good one, smart characters, human, real stakes and story… but my mind keeps drifting to the reality that my country will soon be in the hands moronic muggle Voldemort and Dumb Dr. Evil.

Even if we were to somehow find evidence of election fraud, we live in a post truth world, without a working justice system it's meaningless. The DOJ is archaic at best and our so-called leaders in the Americas and Europe lack both the fortitude and political capitol to do what needs to be done.

I have always been glass half full. But America is either a third apathetic AND a third racist, misogynistic, bigoted, selfish, and unintelligent OR this election was Russian assisted and there’s no proof of that other than previous Russian attempts and the math not making sense.

Does anyone on Bluesky talk about anything other than all the people returning to Bluesky? :)

I have effortlessly moved through the seven stages of grief… Over and over… Since late Tuesday night.

Looks like that 44 billion paid off.

It’s midnight on my side of the planet. I just crawled out of bed and like a bear scratched my back against an outer corner wall. Of my top 100 crazy Friday night stories, this is not one of them. 

Love is in the air.

Ate so much sushi I’ve entered my third trimester.

Portugal post provides.

Four act structure. Beginning, middle-middle, end. I am a farmer like my grandpa and his father before him.