An old photo I just found: on the tick of New Year’s, Jan 1 2013, I walked across hot coals. Seemed like a good way to see out 2012.
Just wrapped out the first draft of a tv episode, and I can hear a large glass of red wine and a large antipasti board calling my name. For now, I’m marking up a production schedule sheet and my Pending board, rubbing some things off the big board, wondering what tomorrow will bring and daydreaming about a night of walking over fire.
Inbox 5, slowly accepting that I need to buy a new copy of ARK FOR THE LISTENER, queuing up a Carol Swain graphic novel to read later.