Genius creator Grant Snider calls the following cartoon “Wishing Well.” We here at TVWriter™ think of it as “A Writer’s Life.” Or maybe, in keeping with what we believe to be Grant’s intention, “Life.”
What do you think?

Genius creator Grant Snider calls the following cartoon “Wishing Well.” We here at TVWriter™ think of it as “A Writer’s Life.” Or maybe, in keeping with what we believe to be Grant’s intention, “Life.”
What do you think?


NOTE FROM LB:
It’s recurring dream time! We all have them. All I’ll say about this one is that over a great many years and a great many illuminating night visions, it has proved to be the most powerful of them all.
Last night I dreamed the treasure trove dream,

NOTE FROM LB:
After over two decades of taking – and giving – abuse as a television writer and producer, I left my Hollywood life behind and trekked (by SUV, of course) to the Southwest, tracking the magic I’d long believed in but never been part of. Thanks to the Navajo Dog, I found a path that was good and true. But sometimes a man needs a break, you know? The following happened during a short visit to – well, the title tells it all:
Three of us drove up toward Mulholland that night,

As I said on Twitter last week, my Oscar favorite for this year is Moonlight. I’m rooting for it for Best Picture, Best Screenplay, Best Director, Best Actor, Best Supporting Actor, you name it.
In other words, I’m absolutely recommending that everyone reading this post run out and see the film. But if you need further incentive (oh hell, even if you don’t), you should watch this interview with Tarell Alvin McCraney, the writer whose play of the same name is the basis for the film.

NOTE FROM LB:
Looking through The Return of the Navajo Dog, I saw this poem about the death of a cat I had sometime in the mid-1980s. I’m confused and a little embarrassed because although I remember the cat very well and loved her because she was so gentle with me and considerate of my cat allergies, I can’t for the life – or death – of me recall the dog I speak of – oh, crap, I just did. He was a wonderful dog, allowing for his need to hump everything in his path. And his path, like all of ours, was filled with twists and turns.
I had a cat that died suddenly one day.