As regards my creativity, it bubbles forth for a few hours every morning. I start by reading the news in The Atlantic, The New York Times, Politico and The Daily Beast over a six-cup pot of Starbucks Expresso Roast. Then I settle in front of the laptop and ideas ooze out. Some are triggered by my four years in the Navy and seven years as an air traffic controller. Some spring from my seven years as a crisis intervention counselor. Piper, my Border Terrier, gives me lots of ideas, though most of them have to do with butt-scooting and licking one’s nether regions.

Oh, and no, I haven’t written anything with TV or movies in mind. I wouldn’t know who to send it to. I only know that, whomever that is, then send it back with postage due.