Somehow it's been three months. The bullet points: Denman Island was perfect, though the blackberries were not yet ripe. Our car got stolen, stripped, declared totaled. RIP Solange. The paperwork was a huge pain, but insurance finally paid out and we bought a new (to us) car. Her name is Sally. R spent several weeks in Texas while I sweltered here, revised a script, mopped the floors for the first time in—? Film production continues to be D E A D in LA, but I'm working a very dry remote job that suits me for now.

AND.

I have news I can't officially share yet. We're taking Where in the Hell to two film festivals in November!! Expect more details soon.

I will tell you this much... One of the fests is further by far than I’ve ever traveled, nearly 8,000 miles away. The other happens to be in a red state. My sardonic EP quipped, via text, What could go wrong in [REDACTED] the weekend of a contentious election where the fascist guy doesn’t concede? 🤪