Better Duck Inn January

If Nothing Else, Respite

Last Thursday seems like years ago already. I am still reeling in what is left of my battered psyche. The feed in the trough here is causing inflammation. I am doing everything I can to breathe through the incoming: small bites, lots of chewing, maybe not enough hydration. But I know who, and where I am. I do not think I have ever had as good a grip on the wheel as I do this rotation. Practice might not have made perfect, but I am a far cry from where I have been.

A great blue heron flew by the front window yesterday, a rare site for January. A hundred mallards were in the back yard this morning. There is a lot going on. Just not a whole lot of screen play writing. We have no deadline, so it does not matter at all when the work gets done. I am here for respite, and to get a movie made, eventually.

If we are all on the same page, respite should be the first priority. We will get Laska on a screen or die trying. I feel like Zhivago, I am not rushing, or Russian. I recall busing at What’s Your Beef, in Rumson, where they had the bus boys make the salad dressings. The cheap bastards got us tip workers doing kitchen work for less than kitchen help would have cost them. I made a lot of Russian dressing. I quit them and went back to kitchen work not four months in.

I can hear the January wind blowing. The ice on the birdbath melted. The mallards did not stick around long. This screen play will get written. We will find a whale to finance everything. There will be a happy ending. Netflix is coming. Netflix!

There has never been a better January than this at the Better Duck Inn. Thanks for stopping by- you make all the difference.