Thank you.

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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.

That’s a Tuesday for you and me :)

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.

And it was with this free power that we watched your new love story last night :)

Off the grid.

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

You make hating you easy :)

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.

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Hah. Yer sweet. But no :)

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.