Writing has always been a problem with me. I can think of really cool ideas, and laugh merrily to myself as I drive home at reckless speeds in order to put the pen to paper (or electrical signal to Word document), but then when it actually comes down to it I stare at the blank screen for about an hour before standing up and making myself a sandwich. I think it’s because I’m intimidated by the white screen, cursor blinking at me, mocking my inability to pare down the infinite number of things that I could possibly write down into the one selection that I should make.

Well, no more of that! I will start writing on black paper! With white pencils! Or in the margins of other scripts! Or on my arm! Or maybe I’ll just give up and become a waiter in Southern California, like everybody else with half a script.