I’m a 28 year-old writer who was told to get a point of view, so here it is.
John Flesch, circa 1974. It was "only a movie" then, too.
CUT! Could you be a little… warmer?
3… 2… 1…
This is me peeing my name into the dirty snowbank that is the blogosphere, then seeing if anyone slows down long enough to read it.
CUT! Seriously?
Okay, okay…
This blog isn’t about movies, despite its name and this introduction. It’s about life as a young self-employed writer who realizes it’s hell being an artist in America, but who will never give in to the rat race.
I got the name idea for this blog from my hockey buddy John Flesch, who always reminds me “all this” is “only a movie” and that I should just relax and “go to the moon.”
It's more like a documentary these days
I love sports enough to hate them and hate sports enough to cover them, which means I also do corporate writing work to support my habit.
I sound like a cynic, but I’m really just trying to be funny.
So laugh already.
(And thanks for stopping by. Feel free to pee your thoughts into the comments section.)
