It's cold and it's winter and the world has gone to sleep

What is the meaning of life?Whatever you want it to be.

The greatest rules of dramatic writing are conflict, conflict, conflict.

I think as an artist or a writer it's OK to want to control your own work.

I turn and I look back across the lake. The mist is gone and the ice diminished, the drip of the icicles quick and heavy. The sun is up and the sky is blue empty blue light blue clear blue. I would drink the sky if I could drink it, drink it and celebrate it and let it fill me and become me. I am getting better. Empty and clear and light and blue. I am getting better.

On the other couch a women sits with a young boy looking through a picture book about Babar the Elephant. When I find a magazine and I lean back to start reading it, I can see the women watching me out of the corner of her eye. She moves closer to the child and she leans over and kisses his forehead. I know why she does it and i don't blame her.

You should at all times be showing a well-motivated character overcoming obstacles in pursuit of a goal.