Conversations in the Book Trade: June 2008

Saturday, June 14, 2008

My screenplay-story "Baram Writer" is now up at Dark Sky.

EXT. AN URBAN WOODLAND. WINTER. LATE AFTERNOON.

Wind blows through trees, rustles dead leaves, makes branches sway in a creaking, slow dervish.

VO [male]: The wind has its own tone, its own feeling. It’s like … coldness, thinness.

It’s like hunger.

The wind has a body. The wind is someone.

Father Abraham by Matt Alberhasky

Enough Said by Amy Havel

The Story of Joe by Dan Green