Neil Gaiman has famously advised, “Finish what you’re writing. Whatever you have to do to finish it, finish it.”
Well, Neil, I’m afraid I’m about to disappoint you.
It is with a heavy heart that I must announce I am giving up on Hollywood Whisper. Aka A Whisper in Hollywood.
Aka Truffle Butter.
Why? The simple, honest truth is that I just wasn’t feeling it anymore. I was stuck, but not because I had writer’s block — not in the traditional sense, anyway. I knew where the story was headed. It had all been meticulously plotted out. And, at one point in time, I thought this was a story I wanted to tell.
I thought it was a story I wanted to read.
Alas, I guess that was false.
I’ve been working on Hollywood Whisper for almost two years now. It was not going to be a tremendously long volume of prose. (In fact, I was on track for a final word count between 40,000 and 45,000.) It was supposed to come out last winter, then over the summer, then this fall. I kept pushing back, resisting the urge to finish. And even though I think about my characters daily — great, awesome, wonderfully funny characters such as Whisper St. Porter, a young successful Black actress, and her manager Brixton Twist — I just cannot muster the passion to finish telling this story. At least, not now.
This, however, should not suggest I am not writing at all. Oh no. In fact, I’ve got some ideas that I am very excited about and working on in robust earnest. And the best part, the most exciting thing, for me anyway, is that I’m writing screenplays again. More on all that later, but just know I’m getting my Aaron Sorkin on these days.
So there you have it — a brief update on me and where I’m at creatively. I may post some excerpts from Hollywood Whisper, for those who are curious enough to read what I’m abandoning.