Dreaming, only dreaming

The big one. The project that starts you sweating heavily, that plays both hemispheres of your brain like a goddamn Thunderbird. The one that Hollywood will lap up and there’ll be a movie and merchandise, bubbly and broads and awards out the wazoo. Don’t lie, you know exactly what I’m talking about. THAT story. Trouble is you haven’t written it, you don’t know if you have the ability, the tools, the know-how. In fact, the more you write on other projects, the less sure you become. The dream shrinks until you’re sitting on the end of a motel bed with a gun in your mouth and the cockroaches are calling you a pussy. Guess what, you can’t win the lottery without buying a ticket, so get writing already.