At least for now

In 2019, I made a film about a wandering hypochondriac obsessed with his heartbeats, lest they stop beating altogether. They say life imitates art. And now in 2025, my life is that of the film: fear, obsession, and paranoia of the failure of the organ that keeps the blood flowing. 

I struggle to find room in my thoughts to dedicate to writing and filmmaking, a few minutes here and there, a moment there and here. 

I'm still debating if the move to Missouri was the correct choice. I still haven't found my feet and confidence in this foreign place. I hope to find it soon. I'm ready to get cracking on my work. 

Concerning the filmmaking comment above, I'm shelving filmmaking for a while and will focus on my book, The Prince of Summer, and screenwriting, with the eighth draft of The Exaggerated Tale of Pearl Heart the Lady Bandit.

A small goal established, at least for now. 

And that's ok.