Monday morning musing: Sometimes we need to get quiet in order to hear the story we’re telling. I’ve been struggling with a script ending for a while now, stomping after it in my heavy writer boots made of insecurity and deadlines like a kid hunting lizards, snatching up ideas, tossing them away once I got a closer look at the markings and realized they weren't the story-lizard-endings I wanted after all. So last night I tried a different approach: I got quiet. Poured a glass of wine, sat on my front porch, closed my eyes, put my ear down close to the story, and just listened. Stayed like that for a while. The ending came.