“A clown killed my dad,” Finch said proudly, and all the kids laughed. Everyone knew Finch’s dad worked at the lumberyard down Rural 51.
No one knew my dad performed for twenty odd years before people figured out what he did in his spare time. The secrets that man kept.
Please excuse the lack of original posting of late. In my spare time I’ve been pumping out a feature script which I started Sunday afternoon and which I am hoping to finish by Thursday evening. That’s 90-120 pages in five days, which for me is unprecedented. It’s more important for me to write uninterupted than [...]