Tuesday, January 17, 2012

In my last life-

-when I lived in a (North) Hollywood bungalow, and swam in a (tiny, run-down) swimming pool with palm trees overhead, I read (horrifying) screenplays for a (meagre) living. I accumulated some writing tips that I will scatter throughout these posts, among the sotletie recipes and paeans to dead pulp authors.

Because at this blog, we are all about the chunky writer goodness.

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