There’s this line I think Morgan Freeman as ‘Red’ in The Shawshank Redemption says to tall innocent dude accused of murder, something like: Get busy living or get busy dying…or get busy digging a really long tunnel in the wall of your cell, not sure. Andy, that’s his name! Dying? Not so much, but it’s one of those extreme examples of the old adage pull yourself up by your bootstraps. More like: Get busy staring into space or get busy finishing that thing (you know the thing). Well? Mission accomplished. 31 chapters and 109,027 words later, draft one complete, and if you haven’t finished that thing, it’s a tough feeling to explain. It only happens once. Just do it and you’ll see/feel it. Putting this sucker away for a while and starting a new project, a small idea that grew into something I’d like to tell. Also, can’t say too much here, but my first television show option agreement is on the way, insanely proud of building it, and yes, thanks and gratitude and all other acknowledgements in due time. But for now, thank you Cymphonee, my wife, my best friend, my reason for reaching for the stars. November is going to be big.