A performance of ‘Apple Pink and Cherry Blossom White.’
And as always, my novel is available here: The Last Island
I write because I am a prisoner.
I write because there exists, beyond the walls of my preconceptions and just outside the barriers of my inventiveness, another story.
It’s not wholly personal or cultural or factual. It’s not religious or utopian. Nor is it political. It’s all of these things, or some, or none of them. It’s unknown, untold; it’s novel.
I write to discover that new story – the one that will set me free.
My novel is available here: The Last Island
My agent had an idea. He was calling a number of his clients. I’m not sure where I fell between the first and last call. Not that it mattered.
The Phone Call
AGENT: I’m thinking you need to find a different name for your screenplays. Just a single name and something that pops like ‘Bopper’ or ‘The Drill.’
DAVID: They both sound mildly pornographic.
AGENT: Even better.
DAVID: I think my own name is fine.
AGENT: Little story for you, David. I was at the Wild Animal Safari Park in Escondido the other day. Continue reading “From the Cage to the Plains (A Camel Conversation with my LA Agent)”