My Wife And I Left New York

A Screenwriter Heard Me Read From My Novel 'the Wishbones' When It Was Still In Progress And Mentioned Me To Some Producers In Hollywood. They Called, And I Told Them I Had A Novel In My Drawer About A High School Election That Goes Haywire. They Asked To Take A Look, And My Life Changed Pretty Dramatically As A Result.

I Was Writing Very Early, Like I Was Involved In Our High School Literary Magazine, Which Was Called 'pariah.' The Football Team Was The Bears, And The Literary Magazine Was 'pariah.' It Was Great. It Was Definitely A Real Sub-culture. But I Wrote Stories For Them.

Apparently Even The Most Awful Tragedies, And The People They'd Ruined, Got A Little Stale After A While.

She Told Her Therapist It Reminded Her Of Coming Home The Summer After Her Freshman Year At Rutgers, Stepping Back Into The Warm Bath Of Family And Friends, Loving It For A Week Or Two, And Then Feeling Trapped, Dying To Return To School, Missing Her Roommates And Her Cute New Boyfriend, The Classes And The Parties And The Giggly Talks Before Bed, Understanding For The First Time That That Was Her Real Life Now, That This, Despite Everything She'd Ever Loved About It, Was Finished For Good.

Maybe That's What We Look For In The People We Love, The Spark Of Unhappiness We Think We Know How To Extinguish.