Believing you're the star that can rise to the heavens first.
Writers have a bad habit of underselling ourselves, working below our mental blocks that tell us we can't be the best at anything.
I don't know what it means to be a wrestling booker, someone who writes the storylines and lays out the matches for professional wrestling, but I'm going to give it a shot.
I'm in New York City right now, sitting on my brother and sister-in-law's couch, drinking a cup of coffee, and waiting to head out into the dreary, rainy weather. For someone from a desert climate, this is paradise. And needed,... Continue Reading →
Fifth Draft 