You’re too kind, Sir, but your enthusiastic promotion of my little attempt at writing a soap opera is very much appreciated.
And you are correct: Fifty is officially in the can. I don’t do sales, especially when the commodity is me. Aside from the sock puppet performance, anything more than that is officially out of my hands. Perhaps a certain current Riverdale cast member will set some wheels in motion since that show, like most shows, is presently on COVID-hiatus. And I happen to know that she happens to know the real man behind the Deadpool mask, so who knows?
Moving on. My brain has been pleasantly quiet of late. That means it hasn’t bothered itself with concerns about a next project…or a next anything, really. It’s a relaxing place to be. But if I were unprepared to play along with that theme, I probably wouldn’t have started writing this reply. To that end, here’s a little visual aid:
Curmudgeon’s Lifetime Bucket List
X Write a soap opera
X Write a memoir
X Watch Breaking Bad from start to finish
X Quit drinking
X Quit dating
X Get a dog
X Move to New Mexico
__ Eat a bug
Woah! I didn’t realize I was already this far along. Gotta run — off to search for a tasty-looking bug.