I am in hiding.
Do you see that, as I make my way back west, I am in now in Virginia? I had some DC-area meetings and, thus, am here. I had to come out of hiding to meet people and dance a little, but only for a couple of hours each time. It wasn”t so bad.
Lately I have been trying to remember that I am alive and what it feels like to be alive and that I am in such good shape, or was two weeks ago, that I should be running miles every day through this world. Instead, I am running pages every day through someone else”s world. I am nearly done with what”s been published of A Song of Ice and Fire. A reader had recommended the series to me a while back and then the costumer designer for Artemis (Anastasia Smith) pressed me to read them as well. So here I am, thinking of Winterfell while curled up in my old room for four hours at a time (at least) like I am eight years old devouring entire worlds and eternity day after day; time like I used to spend every hot, humid August; how I spent my time when I wasn”t on a ballfield earning respect and adventure via base hits and steals.
I”ve received a handful of more-than-worthy questions about the filmmaking process (the way our journey is developing around Artemis Eternal) via e-mail. I”m chewing on how best to address what it seems some are curious to know. If there”s interest, I think I might like to talk a little instead of write. If so, would you watch?
I will think on that as I travel back to Los Angeles, as I think about everything else. Although, I will probably talk even if there isn”t interest, as I do.
Speaking of traveling to Los Angeles, reader Sean Stubblefield was recently in the city. After his visit, he sent me an e-mail:
Hung out at Gower Gulch for a while. Maybe it was my imagination, but I did get a sense of the magical you mentioned. All 3 very nice servers in Starbucks not only knew who you were, but remember what you usually order. So I had the Jessica special: Grande Vanilla Iced Latte. Tastes like French Vanilla-- which, besides Irish Cream, happens to be the only kind of coffee I like (that I know of). My first SB coffee, and it was delicious. Andy assured me he always makes it perfect. He asked if I was your boyfriend. Hmm”¦ intriguing notion. I think he thought/hoped I was bringing the coffee to you, because he wrote on the cup: “Made perfectly & with love by Andy”. Then “Jess”. And he says he has everything he needs to make your next coffee just as perfect. Do with that what you will.
Ah yes, I am alive. I am a person with a name. I almost remember it. There are places three thousand miles away where people know it. They will write it on a cup, and it will mean Me. And they expect me to come back, I suppose. If only for the coffee.
For more tales from the portal to another dimension that is the Gower Gulch, search the Dead Sto Scrolls.
And as for adventures, why don”t you pick up an Aidmheil? I can inscribe it for you if you do so today. Haha--Perhaps scrawling my name on inner covers a few times will bring it all flooding back”¦ I”m alive!
We shall see.
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