New Terrain

Inspired by a vivid dream I had the other night -- one from which I awoke convinced it was memory, not a creation of too much fried food -- I am trying my hand at a new form: a half-hour dramedy (part comedy, part drama, for those genre-impaired), intended for Amazon, or Hulu, or Netflix. Its plot I will not divulge, but it's coming to me so quickly it's a little scary. I am writing like a man possessed. I even know who I see in its cast.

* Addendum August 5 2018 Someday I will learn not to piss before my water comes. The inevitable writer's block has descended and everything I HAVE written looks and smells like shyte. So much for the man who was writing like he was possessed. I've apparently been exorcised of plot and characterization. Maybe I need another plate of buttermilk onion rings and breaded calamari...