No One’s Listening

Jeff sat. He was new blood. A transplant. Like a minted quarter, shiny and uncirculated and fresh to death. Seated around him, three individuals who arrived a month previous. All whom sang the song and danced the dance required to get established in this town.  He had every opportunity to pop questions, to mine for [...]

Can’t Be Done

“You can’t be an assistant and a writer,” Teddy said. Why? “None of the assistants at the agency want to be actors or writers,” Teddy said. “They wouldn’t have time to do both. It’s just not done.” He forgot. That every day in Los Angeles was another day someone back home said wouldn’t be done. [...]