WATER WAY
Saturday, June 7th, 2008The beginning was a gut feeling that water was a way to make money after the death
of my father in 1984. I had finished my
first screenplay, TRAPEZOID with the help of Norman Iland, another alter ego
besides Rupert the rhymer. I had finally
given up on the professors from Frostburg and their publishing company Acheron
Press and their promise to publish Dust, Rainbows and Dirty Sox.
“You are a much better writer than
Herman Hesse” Jorn had told me while sitting on the back steps of his farm
house on top of
Professor and a publisher. He wore coke
bottle bottom spectacles and short hair with a casually trimmed beard. He reminded me of how I pictured Sigmund
Freud to appear. Words become empty when
you’ve lost your faith. Trapezoid was in
the hands of an agent in LA. Water was a
way to get my faith back.