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Live inside your stories, yes, but do not hide behind them.
Don't be afraid of what you're creating.
What you really want is all too often hidden just behind what you think you want.
Let life be the foundation. Be brave. Wander deep inside yourself to the little room no one knows about. Fling the door wide open and write.
Nothing makes you feel smaller than New York City...
I've never been high. Writing is my drug of choice. You don't ever have to come down from that kind of high, I tell ya. And, best part is, it's free.
Airport bars are more like film sets, the bathrooms reminiscent of dormitories. Everyone is waiting to go somewhere, suspended in nowhere...
A writing day is like any other day. Except I live in my pajamas, I forget to eat, and I suddenly look up, wondering when day turned into night.
I just slept for fifteen hours straight. Yes, writing a musical is THAT exhausting!
Because. Everything worth anything takes time.
You are more ready and able to grasp at opportunity when your hands are empty.
Lost in New York City. Not that I don't know where I am, but rather perplexed as to where I am going.
New York is perfect. Just the way it is. In all its imperfection.
As you near a finish line, do not slow down. Instead, run faster. Give all you have left until it is done. It is then that you may collapse.
Your writing should be filled with simple complexities and complex simplicities. Because that is life.
You know you are a writer when characters inside your brain keep demanding, 'This is my story! Now tell it or I will never leave you alone!
I'm turning into an old man. I own four pairs of oxfords, my stories get a little long winded, and my neighbors play their music too loud.
She meant to write: "Is Christy here yet?"Auto Correct turned it into: "Is crazy here yet?"For once Auto Correct got it right.
I mean. You put puppies in a store front, I will stop and giddily stare. Every. Single. Time.
You know you're officially an adult when you finally understand WHY Miss Hannigan was drinking bath water.
Q: Best part about being a musical theatre book writer?A: Explaining what that is.
If I were to be honest, I'm probably fifty percent bagel. Okay, fine, sixty percent.
Don't fool yourself. Talking about writing is not the same as actually doing it.
That moment when a knot forms in your throat, but you choose to throw your head back and laugh instead.
I close my eyes and think of what might be possible. And, in my mind, I see fireworks over the Hudson.
A watched pot never boils." It's the same with success. So? Throw that burner on HIGH and just keep on cooking. Dinner will be ready soon.
I am swimming in a sea of words, attempting to keep my head above water.
I wish my brain had an off switch. Maybe that way I could get some sleep.
When I am alone, I drink my tea with pinkie raised, like a kid playing "tea party." At times, a fancy British accent is involved. Dahling!
I want everyday magic.
Be what you are, all that you are. Wear yourself proudly. It will require that you draw a line, but that line in the sand is your courage.
Walking the Camino de Santiago taught me the wonders of physical challenge, the wonders of spiritual freedom, and the wonders of baby powder.
The night before a deadline, I usually am in desperate need of a back rub. And new wrists. And candy. And little mice to secretly finish the job while I am sleeping.
If I had a nickel for all the times I've been shushed in my life? Bam! Instant millionaire!
Days become weeks. Weeks become months. Month become years. And years become silence.
I look out over my life and see a million question marks with only a few definitive exclamation points. I'm living for the next exclamation.
I know it's difficult in the beginning. But, listen. If you have the impulse to write, do yourself a favor, do the world a favor, and write.
It's hard to be a dreamer sometimes. I'm tired.
No.'It's not a bad word. And it is very important to use at times. Practice saying it in the mirror. It's empowering.
Wear yourself proudly.
Life baffles me most days. Maybe that's why I write. To try and make sense of it all.
I have written until I fell asleep with my computer on my lap. That can't be normal.
The defining lines of reality have always been a bit blurred for me.
I'm not gonna lie...sometimes this whole writing thing is a lonely business.
Most days, writing simply requires work-ethic, discipline, clarity, focus, time. Other days...it will demand absolutely everything of you.
That moment you realize you are doing the right thing for the wrong reasons and the wrong thing for the right reasons.
Nothing is louder than silence.
I do not recommend writing a screenplay in two weeks.
When a solid first draft of an original tale is complete...you feel as if you could do anything.
Give all that you can. No more. No less. Every. Single. Day.