A Group Home for Some Orphans

For some reason or another, I decided to write. Actually, I have to say, at some point what happened was that I was stymied in all other forms of creative expression, and to make up for that lack of access, I started to write. It has come in fits and starts of the years and I'm still a long way from my million words, but I still do it. I can't not do it, to borrow a phrase form Alanis Morrissette. Most of these scripts have come to nothing and never would come to anything because they are orphaned on my hard drive. In the spirit of Chris Hardwicke, Nerdist Industries, New Play Month, and TEDx, I decided that enough was enough and that the world needed access to my entire body of work. Because they weren't doing any good on my hard drive, all locked up, alone, and emotionally abandoned. They might not do any good online either, but at least it opens up the possibility that someone might eventually sort of not hate them. Thanks for being here. I am as surprised as you are. Hope you stick around.