The Roaring Forties

bird flying over Bass Strait

A writer sits at her desk, looking through her window over the city of Buenos Aires - the city of “good air.” She tries to write, but she can’t. It’ll be the fortieth screenplay she’s written this month, but she can only squeeze out so many chauvinistic, trivial, petty one liners. They’re designed to appeal … Continue reading The Roaring Forties