Sunrise over LA, as seen from the hotel room
A four hundred-dollar per night hotel room on Hollywood Boulevard
Scrappy and I confront the workshop's twenty-four hour writing challenge. My source material: 1 plastic armadillo, a five minute-long conversation with five homeless kids on the disadvantage of a college education, four random non-fiction books off the shelves of the Hollywood loan library. Ready, set, go...
An Irishman seeks inspiration
Taking a break in the lounge
Scrappy polishes off a twelve-dollar scotch and soda as he puts the finishing touches on a story of Taoist-inspired nanotech, rebel teens, and an artificial ecology evolving along aesthetic lines.
Writers of the Future Volume XXVI goes to print
Writers on a bridge
Writers, illustrators, and industrial-sized ink cartridges
Earlier in the week