The first script I attempted was a feature-length film. It ended disastrously - the attempt, not the story. Several years later, a woman broke my heart into a million pieces and I had to figure out a way to exact my revenge - legally. So I wrote Fury, originally penned, Hell Hath No Fury. Fitting.
Quid Pro Quo
Sitting on my sister's sofa amid toys, food, clothes, a toddler, a husband - I could only cringe. And laugh. I thought, this is one person's heaven, but could be another's hell. Take myself, for instance. I was single at the time, no children, but thought that when the time was right, it would all fall into place. But...what if a similar situation happen to someone who would absolutely abhor it? Meet Lane Caruthers...