Fear. Isolation. Loneliness. Ah, the writer’s life.
A group of freelancers in San Francisco believe they’ve found a way to help remedy writer’s block, share advice, get feedback on a first draft and keep from driving their families crazy. They call it The Grotto. continue reading…
The Drilling Company in New York City produced my monologue “Gaggle” at the West 78th Street Theatre from April 11-27th 2003. continue reading…
My newest play, “Waiting for Henry to Snow” a one-act, will be performed at the West 78th Street Theatre in New York City in October 2004. Dates and times to follow. continue reading…
I was commissioned by the Sloan Foundation to write a new play for BioAgenda, a biotech conference which took place Dec.5-7 in Palm Springs, CA. continue reading…
THE instructions were cryptic, and whispered, which made them impossible to ignore: ”Little to the left, righto, righto . . . ,” followed by, ”Cast again.”
That was what our guide, Craig Aspinall, was telling us from his vantage on the bank of the Kaipo River in New Zealand as my wife, Lindy, and I stood midstream and cast to a trout as big as a piece of firewood. The fish was active and not yet ‘’suspicious,” as Craig would say of spooked fish.
The water was so clear that you could see it sucking stonefly nymphs off the bottom with the easy grace of a natural athlete. After several casts, I laid the fly in the right place and three runs, two jumps and one whoop later, we had landed and released our first New Zealand brown trout.
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