Dear me,

Dear me,

2011 lies summarily smitten and a fresh-faced 2012 lurks in the corner, tossing its icy dare at me. Will I rise to its silent challenge with set and settled measures of my resolve? Will I succumb to the world’s constantly conflicting priorities and cast my goals into the 2013 to-do list? I double-dog dare me to stay the course in the coming year and tackle these brutes to the ground, claiming glorious victory above them. Accepting the unmitigated challenge, I hereby resolve:

To complete before December 1st 2012, The Creature in all its motifs, themes, and characterizations; for on this date it shall be presented to its protagonist for perusal, inspiration, and fulfillment.

To enjoy – nay, to love – the offerings of capricious Fate who tosses her jests like bouquets of absinthe, begging them to be inhaled, then to be turned into two-word, three-minute tales of joy, adventure, and myth for two of the loveliest young ladies on this spinning ball we call earth. For where else, will they learn that a robin and a worm may share friendship?

To learn from my failures more than from my successes, for the former often outnumber the latter. If Ernest Hemingway can call his first drafts “S**t,” what latitude have I to fertilize despondency in my heart like a coarse fungus to fill me with doubt. If the path veers into the lane not taken, then I shall be content to go where not man has gone before, unless of course, I run into a Klingon. Then all bets are off.

To never say never. Oops. Please disregard. Sometimes never is a perfectly wonderful thing to say – but not always. Hmm.

To envelop myself once again in the wondrous psyche of Charles Foster Kane. Moreover, to marvel at the courage of his makers who defied that which we call power, for it was they who truly triumphed.

To pen no diatribe against any political entity, for I have not walked a mile in their mocassins.

To read B. Franklin’s autobiography. Even now it reaches for me. How long can I ignore its siren call?

Finally, To honor noble Polonius and his advice to Laertes. Listen up, Me.



"This above all: to thine own self be true

And it must follow, as the night the day,

Thou cans't not be false to any man.”







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