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Without Good News

Respite from respite? I am still getting over it. It was a month ago, yesterday, I drove out of the driveway in search of the whale necessary to make this screenplay project all that it could be.

My heart was just not in the hustle. I would like to say otherwise, but I am beyond selling anything. The Jersey Devil is no merchant, and neither am I. I had the tools, opportunity, and plan, but I opted for the vacation.

And to top it all off, influenza and pneumonia caught me off guard on the ship. The day after I walked off, I walked into a Del Ray ER, and they kept me. Now that all of that is history…Well, mostly; I drove back up the driveway a week ago today, and I am still out of it, mostly, but better each day.

I am almost ready to resume imagining an enormous success emerging from the time we spend together here weekly escaping from the narrative of declension, which seems only to have been accelerating. Who would have thought as much?

And with no whale landed, and hospital bills enroute, respite is no less necessary than it was before I rationalized escaping the freezing weather as the answer for lack of blubber.

Respite. Respite in the form of a screenplay writing project. Yes, I remember the logic behind it. We all need a respite, and to be able to imagine being part of a brilliantly successful creative adventure. Stay right here. I promised to stick to it, and I fully intend to, for the duration.

You will shoot your eye out with that thing!