Why

“A song that seemed to come like a pale light behind a grey rain-curtain, and growing stronger to turn the veil all to glass and silver, until at last it was rolled back, and a far green country opened before him under a swift sunrise.”

This fairly heterogeneous repository of musings, blurbs, opinion and (very rarely) rants began out of a desire to intrigue, amuse and inspire. Mostly myself. It’s a palette for my own writing—or a look at what others are crafting—with the aim that it might creatively inspire others. A pebble cast into the deep sea of the universe…

Speaking of which:

I’m an aspiring (which really means self-doubting) screenwriter with zero writing credits to my name. (Except a bunch of stuff that really only people in advertising-slash-marketing give a shit about.)

Currently writing a screenplay entitled Dead Andy about a rich playboy who fakes his own Mexican kidnapping and the bumbling ex-vet who helps him. Other projects include several adaptations and a miniseries about a little-known covert unit during the Vietnam War. And that’s that.

Masthead: West End of Vancouver, taken from English Bay, August 2007. More about it here.

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