I Couldn't Direct Because I'm Too Impatient

You're Traveling Through Another Dimension, A Dimension Not Only Of Sight And Sound But Of Mind; A Journey Into A Wondrous Land Whose Boundaries Are That Of Imagination. That's The Signpost Up Ahead—your Next Stop, The Twilight Zone.

I've Never Planned Ahead.i Just Sort Of Go Through Life Checking The Menu Of Three Meals That Day. I Never Worry About Tomorrow. It's Only Since I've Gotten Older That I've Begun To Wonder About Time Running Out. Is It Sufficient Unto Itself That I Don't Plan? Because Maybe Next Thursday Won't Come One Day. And Then, I'm Concerned About That. But That's Not Uniquely The Writer's Concern, That's The Concern Of Every Middle-aged Man Who Looks In The Mirror.

There's A Marvelous And Unique Man Named Frank Gilroy. He's The Only Writer I Know Who Absolutely, Pointedly Refuses To Do Any Changes That He Doesn't Feel Are Absolutely Essential And Totally In Keeping With His Own View And Perspective. But Not Too Many Writers Are That Independent And That Strong-willed.

Personally, My Daughter's Wedding Gave Me A Tremendous Pleasure. And The Wedding Was A Radiant Event And I Enjoyed It. I Was Afraid I'd Cry. I'm Given To Crying At Odd Times, And I Was Very Much Afraid Of The Emotionalism Of That Moment, But I Didn't Even Come Close To Crying.

Writers, Like Most Human Beings, Are Adaptable Creatures. They Can Learn To Accept Subordination Without Growing Fond Of It. No Writer Can Forever Stand In The Wings And Watch Other People Take The Curtain Calls While His Own Contributions Get Lost In The Shuffle.