I find myself in an idyllic place in the Hudson Valley somewhere near Woodstock. that same place where in the 1960′s a crowd descended upon the fields and created a cultural movement that has influenced me in ways I don’t realize. that’s it. we don’t know jack unless we watch, take notice, and then collect the evidence somewhere. and whether the finished script is fictionalized or real, it’s irrelevant so long as it’s honest.
I gave up writing here because I needed to focus on some immediate things. but I’ve missed writing. and not so much for the knowledge that you may be reading this, but because it’s a craft I’ve been working on for some time and I miss it. my fear that it will be lost has pushed me to punch keys once again.
as for themes I’m not sure. writing about surfing has always been a main theme. there are cultural elements that I find fascinating in surf culture. then again it’s a bit of a tired trail. writing about myself is narcissistic and boring at best.
so here goes nothing. I’ll just have to see where the need takes it.