I read. I write. I spend all together too much time on the internet.
I talk incessantly about books, TV and movies.
I write for Hello Giggles and Huffington Post Books regularly, and tweet frequently as Bookoisseur.
By day, a mild-mannered assistant at My Damn Channel. By night, whatever I can think up.
This was a man, dressed as a plant, making pigeon noises at people walking by. I said hello, asked if it was okay to take his picture, and then asked why he was dressed as a plant. He said, “I’m just working through some stuff. Thank you for asking. No ones asked yet.”
I’ve been dealing with stuff the wrong way.
I see things like this and realize how very uncreative I have been all my life.
Back in the ’70s and ’80s, novelist Stephen King started doing something similar, giving budding filmmakers the rights to his short stories for a dollar. While most of the people who created films based on King’s short stories didn’t become famous, one did: Frank Darabont, the guy who directed the “The Shawshank Redemption” and “The Green Mile”—both films based on King stories. Oh, and Darabont created a little series you might have heard of called “The Walking Dead.”