How I Could Just Kill a Man

Nobody really, regularly reads this blog. And why should they? It is sporadically updated and not very often a fount of personal confession...

Who reads this, then? The randoms who might come across a mention of my work and decide to look me up. My reps, perhaps, occasionally, furtively. Producers, executives, assistants. Curiously. Ever so curiously.

Here's what you should know, ALL OF YOU:

I have officially, completely sacrificed any semblance of a proper single's social life in an effort to focus on all the projects that I may or may not be working on in the near future.

Not yet noon on a *gorgeous* Sunday on the Nor'east of AMERICA and I am holed up in my diminutive studio Fortress of Solitude on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, nursing an alcohol-infused refreshment as I hunker down and try to focus on three different projects. Generating notes on characters and plot. Prepping for a conference call I've got scheduled Monday night. And a storybeat outline for another project. And a "take document" for yet another project.

THESE STORIES ARE THE ENTIRE SUBSTANCE OF MY LIFE RIGHT NOW.

And what is my only release......?

INFAMOUS for the PS3.

You should know, however, that I have everything completely under control.

More when more warrants...