The View Up Here

Resurfacing. The lake is green today. Now I'm remembering how it makes me feel. To connect To feel the waves touching sky and earth. Wind making energy making waves traveling growing faster powerful creating motion creating sound against itself, rocks, sand, boats, swimmers, life. Sun and water ions Together again. Wind keeping things real.

I just spent a glorious six days devoted to my writing at the Constance Saltonstall Foundation for the Arts artist colony . I completed a final draft of "Beauty Is..." (see log line below*). Also worked on the sci fi screenplay that is just about done, and started in earnest writing a TV pilot. Other than that, I went for walks in the woods, hung out with turkey vultures and deer, and did Yoga. Now it's back to the semester's work: grading mid-term portfolios. Here's to life! Beauty Is... In a small Connecticut town in 1953, a 16-year-old tomboy is forced to go to “finishing school” for the summer, where she encounters a mysterious club of feminine vigilantes who frame her mother for stealing the town’s precious historical silver. This summer, she must stop the vigilantes, clear her mother’s name, and learn how to walk in heels. * Registered with WGA 2008