Recidivists among you will have noticed that nothing has cropped up since mid-December. I hope this doesn’t make you upset, but at the same time it would be flattering if it did. I’ve set aside Profit & Delight to indulge what might be the most productive spurt of writing I’ve ever experienced. I’m tucked up in the Writer’s Room in New York, a shared writing space in which writing is conducted at any time of the day or night in a monastic, and quickly blissful silence. Since arriving at the start of the year I’ve slapped out drafts of a new play, a television pilot, and one and a half screenplays. I’ve got a few more things to get onto the page and I look forward to sharing the results with you soon. I’ll return to the blog with vigour as soon as I’ve got buckets under all the drips.
PROFIT & DELIGHT
What I'm thinking about what I'm doing. This blog aspires to a more profound definition of 'profit' and the bog-standard sense of 'delight'.
The tower beside my bed that I seriously intend to demolish. (Feb 2016)
Me & Robert McKee
by Greg McGee
Every Brilliant Thing
by Duncan MacMillan