A Date in Copenhagen
It was his shaggy light brown hair and his hidden smile, which I could tell wanted to break out, that drew me to him. He sat alone on the ledge with his back against the glass, his hard, shiny carry-on suitcase in front of him. Though he looked content enough with his solitude, I noticed him…
Who Says You’re Supposed To?
Tomorrow. Oh my word, tomorrow. It is Friday, the 29th of August. When did that happen?! For months, it felt as though time would never pass, as though I had become stuck in winter, or spring. In January, August felt an eternity away. In March, I counted the days until its arrival. I was treading…
Put ‘Em Through Hell
“Put your characters through hell… that’s the only way we change.” Robert McKee put down his coffee cup and leaned onto the podium. He put his hand on his forehead and wiped back his gray hair. He said, “You have to go there. You have to take your character to the place where he just…