America, in skin and shorts, sleeps
on Wall Street’s back
appetite and direction, ignores
It is five a.m. and raining
An elephant carries its baby for 22 months. I carried mine far longer. My baby was HEARTWOOD, a feature film.
I first came to Hollywood in 1975, where I starved writing four-minute radio dramas for Vincent Price ($86 each), then suddenly (it took four years!) I became extraordinarily successful at getting film projects produced: Continue reading “Looking Back at Filmmaking”