We’re lucky enough to make our living writing screenplays, and we love it – but it comes with a simple truth: an unmade screenplay barely exists. It might be the best thing we’ve ever written, but if it’s never shot, it lives and dies in a PDF read by a few dozen people at most.

That’s showbiz, as they say. But a book is different. You finish it, you put it out into the world, and it stays there. It has a chance to be read, to last in some small way. And it does so exactly as you wrote it (for better or worse), without the hurly-burly of development often turning it into something else.

As Richard Matheson put it late in life, when asked about regrets: “I’d complete the novels I didn’t finish… Shame on me…” That stayed with us – not as a complaint about screenwriting, but as a reminder that some stories deserve a form where they can fully exist.

So alongside our scripts, we’ve started writing books. Not as a rejection of one medium for another, but as a way of making sure some of the stories we care about make it all the way into the world.

No greenlight required.