Act III: resolve and reckoning

I've got to buckle down and get some traction on my various book and CD projects this weekend...too much going on, and I have allowed myself to be distracted.

I am on the verge of a major announcement, one that will impact just about every corner of my life, including my writing and my web presence. It is funny that in order to achieve this I have had to walk through some of the places I have had to walk through, but I never said I didn't have to learn some things the hard way.

No, I am not giving away cityoflegends.com to a real estate development, nor am I seceding from the United States, to create a government of, for and by the poets. I am not marrying at this time, nor am I acknowledging a child previous conceived out of wedlock (I pretty much know who my kids are and its all public). I am not reconciling with either ex-wife, signing a multi-zillion dollar deal to write supermarket-shelf soft-core porn, or starring in a big-budget remake of "Purple Rain" with an all-white cast.

I do not, to my knowledge, have a fatal disease other than being human (which has 100% mortality). I have not spoken with extra-terrestrials, discovered a cure for leprosy or decided to back Newt Gingrich for President (this would invoke the Nosferatu's Dream).

Be patient.

The other day I was speaking to my autistic son, Dante, and asked him if he was happy. He paused, unfocused for a second, then snapped back and told me that he was. He smiled.

Just be patient. Love to all. Act Three, the curtain is about to rise.