Propped high on a windowsill of Stephen Bryant’s living room is a bulletin board tacked with messages. “This is my life,” it reads at the top.
In one corner of the board, paired with a non-smoking sign, is a personal pledge to spend one hour — every day — writing. Pinned stoically in the centre: “Professional screenwriter.”
At the other end of the apartment, lining the kitchen counter, are a box of protein bars, bottles of creatine and powdered shakes — some short and some tall — and surely the fattest jar of peanut butter in Shoal Harbour.
“I don't tend to look like a person who can write,” says 27-year-old Stephen Bryant, as he swigs an energy drink.
— Excerpt from The Packet
Originally published July 8, 2010