The Year Ahead

When All Else Fails

…and the band played on. I am disappointed with the course of events. American ignorance has never been more obvious. I will not deny my disappointment or

American ignorance. I will sit on the deck of the Titanic and play music, or in this case keep working on the screenplay. I hope you will join me, while we can still communicate openly or at all.

I have ideas. I imagine, eventually, a table full of creatives creating a screenplay. I am more interested in the project than the product. My bucket list has movie making all over it. Time is getting short on this deck. I am in no rush.

I can free fall without white knuckles. Calm and assertive, I learned watching Ceaser, the dog whisperer. I noticed he got bitten more than a bit. Sinking is a potential occupational hazard of playing on ships.

The oligarchs, despots, and fanatics filled the lifeboats. They have left women, children, and us behind. We can as creatives, at least provide entertainment, can we not?

Process is process and thank goodness we have this moment to enjoy thinking about it. We are indeed blessed with consciousness, are we not?

To the Solstice…and all that sustains us, I bow in respect. Now, tis all hands-on deck. We got us a ship to wreck.