I always seem to be inspired accidently. Usually by regular people who are excessively, almost comically, passionate about the most ordinary, mundane things. When I come across people like this, I always feel the need to build a story around them.
I’ve hated every single job I’ve ever had that hasn’t been related to writing (and that is pretty much all of them).
If I couldn’t write, I would love to be doing what Robert Osborne does and host Turner Classic Movies. Although, if that opportunity arose, I would make time to do both.
Never, that seems like way too much responsibility.
When I have no more stories left to tell and hosting Turner Classic Movies became too demanding.
Bonus Question: How do you measure, measure a year?
By my rent increase.