I'm On The Verge Of

No One I Interact With - Except Maybe For Family And Strangers At The Russian Baths And Other Weird Places I May Go To - Is Just Friends Or Lovers With Me: They Also Know Something Of My Writing And This Distorts Their Take On Me.

It's Hard For Me To Think Of Writing A Novel, Because It Takes So Long.

Whether I'm Writing Scripts Or Prose, The Goal Is Identical. To Give Pleasure. Now Whether I Succeed Or Not Is Up For Debate, And, Mostly, I Fail. But I Try. I Like To Make Things. It's A Way To Stay Busy During One's Ephemeral And Confusing Life.

Something Has Happened Where You Almost Never Grow Up In America. Maybe It's The Greater Wealth.

There Are So Many Talented Young Writers Named Jonathan, With Whom By Comparison I Suffer Terribly.