Better Duck Inn

Netflix is Coming

Truth is stranger than fiction here at the Better Duck. Screen play writing is respite from the madness…and climate. I do not know how I would get by without Air Conditioning. It’s 92 out there today. I just walked back from the gym. The humidity is mind fogging.

Last week I was on the Delaware River, paddling a kayak upriver towards Treasure Island with a wheel on the back, built in for easy rolling. I did not get there, but I got further than I did last time. Paddling upriver is never easy, and with the wind also going against me, I was hardly moving.

Now I am back, settling in, with no deadline, rethinking everything…well, because I can. There is so much chaos out there, and things are so quiet here, it seems to me like napping just might be the best use of my time.

But no matter how much I lounge around, Netflix is coming to the head of the Shrewsbury River, where the Better Duck writers table would be sitting if we had landed that whale we should have been hunting. The epicenter of this writer’s existence is exactly where Netflix is now being built. We are just a whale away from paydirt, but I would rather nap than search.