A confession, and a return
A glimpse at what I’ve been building in secret
I have a confession to make.
I’ve only ever walked out of three films in my life, and last year’s impeccable Nosferatu is one of them.
I got halfway through it the other night, but the feeling of dread was so overwhelming that I felt it like a physical force in my chest.
So I hit pause, made myself a cup of chamomile tea, and fell asleep with the lights on listening to John Mayer.
I’ll circle back some day - the craft is too impressive not to! - but in the meantime, it brought me back to my own journey through Transylvania.
I didn’t cross paths with any vampires on that trip, but I did have to fight my way through a creative hellscape while racing a screenwriting deadline.
I was still running Lights Film School at the time, helping emerging filmmakers tell their own stories for the screen. It’s been a while since Lights Film School closed its doors, and since then, I’ve wandered through many stories of my own - some fictional, some lived.
Throughout it all, one feeling keeps returning:
That there’s still more I want to offer the creative community that meant so much to me for over a decade. Which is why I’ve been building something. Not a school, not a course, but something smaller, more personal - and, I think, more powerful in its way.
I’ll share the details in a few days, but for now, I just wanted to share: Something new is coming. Something designed to meet you where you are in your creative journey, especially if you’ve been circling, stuck, or unsure what comes next.
It’s the kind of thing I wish I’d had during some of my toughest creative moments. Stay tuned.
