In which I write about the greatness of Baird Whitlock and the power of the movies.
There will be a series of these in the coming weeks (during which I’ll have little time to write): posts adapted from a book proposal that neither my agent nor any editor I talked to was interested in. Maybe I should use my big blog exclusively to post rejected book proposals. I have several. It looks like I’ll be going to my grave not having written any of the books I had most hoped to write — because if I want to do it, the rest of the world is indifferent to it. This is the unbreakable rule.