Introduction




I'm sitting in the rocking chair on the front porch after a days work enjoying a windy prelude to a summer's shower, a stiff cocktail and the second movement of Edvard Grieg's Piano Concerto in A Minor. I'm beginning to appreciate these times more; watching the world go by, surrounded by creature comforts, letting my thoughts go where they inevitably will.

Reaching middle age is something that no one looks forward to. Loosing one's looks is a traumatic experience that is no fun at all for anyone. Luckily, nature generously gives us something in return when it takes something away. We gain the patience and maturity that is necessary to harness thought patterns that once were fleeting. Convictions become embedded and the courage to convey them more pronounced. Mannerisms seem to come with more grace and effortlessness. Understanding and good humor are accentuated. We take time to relax and view the big picture; the things that are truly important.

When I was in my last year of high school, I voluntarily went to my counselor to take one of those career aptitude tests to see what profession I might be best suited for. After a bunch of questions asking what situations you would prefer the most, the results came back 99% in favor of a field in the arts. I really didn’t need a test to tell me that, but it was reassuring to hear it from an expert source. I considered it at the time a blessing because that's what I really wanted to do. Over time it's become more of a curse.

Making a living in the arts is not an easy thing for the average person to achieve. It comes easily to gifted people who produce their talents as regularly as they breathe. I am not one of those people. For starters, I never had the commitment and determination that it takes to succeed in the arts. Secondly, my interests were spread out over too varied a field. I was pretty good at a lot of different things: singing, experimental music recording, photography, digital music, music composition, photo collage. I used to pride myself on being multi-faceted, but now I think of it more as being artistically fragmented; not being able to concentrate on any one thing in particular.

I think by now you all have noticed that I have gained an interest in creative writing. It is one of the simplest things to do but one of the most intimidating. For me, it represents complete and total personal exposure and ultimate, intimate sincerity. I have gotten nothing but good responses from you all and the fact that I have gotten nothing negative tells me that either you are too polite or that I might be doing something right. I thank everyone for giving me the chance to practice on a friendly test field.

I'm working on a series of scripts designed for television. Not that in a million years do I think a network may actually pick it up, but it is nonetheless something I like to do. Here is the pilot episode of a work in progress that I call, "Easy Does It."




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