Even though it’s raining this morning, it is one of those really light and gentle rains, with no wind whatsoever.

When I awoke at 4AM, my bed was so comfortable, and the windows were open and it sounded so peaceful outside.

And the birds started singing at 4:20AM…

And Peitor texted at 4:30AM on WhatsApp: “Can you talk for minute?”

Of course, my first instinct was to say, no, I want to just lay here in bliss, in my bed in the dark, and listen to the birds sing and the rain falling on the leaves outside my open windows.

But then I figured there was no way he’d be texting me at that hour (10:30AM, his time), if he didn’t need to talk to me for a minute…

So I called him. And he wanted to discuss the pitch deck for the pilot script, and the price of hiring someone to do it —

And when I was done falling out of bed over the price of hiring someone to do it, I got back in bed and tried to regain my bliss.

So my day got a really early start here . But, honestly, it’s all good.

And yesterday morning, I heard back from the Finnish actor’s agent in Helsinki and she told me to send the script! So I did!

Honestly, gang, it was so nice of her to not only get back to me within 24 hours, but to get back to me at all, since I cold-called her without using our agent. (Well, I cold-emailed her.)

Anyway, that really made my day.

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Okay!

Peitor and I still have materials we want to organize for the pilot package, but other than that, I am actually gearing up to get back to my own fiction writing. I’m trying to figure out a schedule, because I work really well with schedules.

And, really, nothing makes me happier than working on my own writing, and I currently have 3 memoirs, 3 novels, and 2 plays “in progress”.

Long-time readers of this lofty blog no doubt recall those heady days in years past, when I would be working on something and then you know, finish it.

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Okay, here’s this! I found the photo on Instagram last night.

This is Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina. This is where my very best friend on Earth, Paul Martin, lived. He had a beach house, and he worked in the movie industry — he was a set designer, set decorator, lead man, out of the movie studio there, in Wilmington.

He died 26 years ago. And my life was never the same since then.

It’s hard to see, but if you look at the very top of the island, and count down 4 houses — that was his house. I miss him so much. He was so passionate, so funny, so caring, so honest, and he had a filthy dirty mind. I really, really miss him.

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Three photos from Montreal last night!

Two of Nick Cave and one of Colin Greenwood:

The next 2 shows here in the States are sold out. There are still seats available for the 2nd Chicago show, which is next Tuesday, April 29th. Buy tickets here!

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And that’s it for now! I gotta scoot and head out to see my favorite 94-year-old Japanese client! I am hoping he has something that resembles teeth today. (See yesterday’s post.) We shall soon see!!

Meanwhile, take a quiet moment to thank God that it’s Friday, wherever you are in the world!

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!!

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I’ve posted this here before, but here it is again!

I love this song, gang. “Jockey Full of Bourbon,” from Tom Waits’ incredible album, Rain Dogs. 1985. Still one of my favorite albums of all time. Enjoy, gang.