I've been writing for the screen since 1999. I moved from Seattle to Hollywood in November of 2004. Three of my five screenplays are making the rounds.
My latest comedy, FALSE SECURITY, took 2nd place in the WriteSafe.com contest for the third quarter of 2005.
I wrote, produced, and directed a short film titled, Memoir.
I gained representation as a screenwriter in 2006.

Anhedonia is where you can end up when your journey becomes miserable. I think I've been on the outskirts for a while now and my ardent attempts to find the proverbial interstate have finally landed me in the middle of downtown.

I still enjoy writing well enough, but screenwriting isn't remotely fun anymore. I'm sure I'd like it just fine if I'd become remotely successful as a screenwriter. I'd like screenwriting now if I could expect any success with it in the future. The operative word here is "expect." I didn't stop expecting a good outcome all at once. My level of positive-expectancy has been dwindling for some time. I'm finally noticing now that my metaphorical tank is nearly dry.

Looking up and seeing Anhedonia's city hall forced me to choose a route out of town. There were only two. Route 1 is passable only with a full tank of high octane expectancy. Route 2 requires the opposite--sell the proverbial car and simply float away on the breeze.

But seriously, it harks back to that sarcastic definition of insanity where the insane person repeats the same behavior but expects (that word again) a different result. I no longer expect a different result. It's a disappointing realization but the relief I felt softened the impact. The nice thing is I don't have to tender a resignation or give HR two-weeks notice.

I'll leave this wee-blog up because it contains essentially what I have to say on the subject of screenwriting and requires no further effort on my part. All my decisions and the results of those decisions are here--over four years worth--for whatever they might be worth.

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