Fall tree

Fall is creeping in this year. The above is the first tree to turn in Panguitch that I can find. It is just down the road. Our corn has become weird 6 to 9 cob creations that will never ripen to eatable corn. And we have in bloom the last rose of summer. I love the changes in flowers, in leaves, in grass, in gardens as things die at their most beautiful. We should take a lesson from nature
and know that as our lives fade, perhaps the most flamboyant, exhuberant, vibrant parts of ourselves will bloom and love the colorful endings.
I am excited about getting out a travel book as Linda polishes Mad Ouija and Gerry gets Daughters of the Shadowman ready to sell. I don't even know the name of Dan's book (although Cheryl told me once) but it is ready to go. Will Ronda publish her romance? Raymond has plays to do in L.A. Blue Baby and Bohemian Cowboy will go again? There is the pile of work waiting in the wings of the theater world...with Linda's screen play with Bukowski there with Scott and Gerry's how many plays???
and Raymond's pile of plays...you'd think someone would hit big ... at last and finally! At least I hope they will. I hear Raymond is thinking of Antigone...in Boulder. Good, very resourceful choice...it is the play of the Greeks covered in most high school programs. It is one that people should see on stage. And it will lead into difficult subjects and world-famous works. Some plays of your own.
Some plays of your own. How do we get these works complete and out there? How to catch the interest of the world? AND GET THESE PLAYS HAPPENING???? We hear about killing the real fish, so let's see THE FISH MUST DIE. I am ready. I want all this work to take seed somewhere, somehow. Let those songs of Camille's be known. Let the poetry stand. Let creation happen!
I don't know if I will make the writer's conference...so I am holding one of my own right here, right now. Get this family out there! The work is done, and more is being done. I encourage your best effort...here...NOW.