The midpoint of your script changes the context of the journey.

You sit hunched over, brow furrowed, fingers hovering mid-air. A beat. Suddenly, your hands crash down, keys erupting in a spurt of furious clatter. Then silence as you take in: THE END But then, inevitably, the questions creep in: NOW WHAT?

“The ideal book allows the reader to fill in the gaps, to bring their own imagination to the white spaces between the words.”   — Italo...

It turns out stories actually don’t write themselves. In fact, they need you as much as you need them. This is a symbiotic relationship that