I pestered the hell out of everybody I ran into until I could play the guitar well enough to write and sing with it.
Once, I optioned a novel and tried to do a screenplay on it, which was great fun, but I was too respectful. I was only 100 pages into the novel and I had about 90 pages of movie script going. I realized I had a lot to learn.
I know Mother named me after a railroad man, but it's too late now, I'm afraid. Much, much too late.

