October 29, 2001
Dear self

When someone doesn’t give you a pat on the back, you disappear into radio’s closet. The industry has programmed you into believing if something isn’t a hit… then you aren’t wasting your time. Change that format! That’s wrong! Maybe you are a poet. I wouldn’t know! You’ve gone into hiding! You’ve run away from people. You tire too quickly when you know for a fact what it takes to get their attention.

**note… these were the words written after I decided to stop writing my novel Halloween 78. It was nearly finished when one night, while sipping wine and feeling the clouds swiftly move by… I killed off one of the main characters changing the course of its entire purpose