I closed my introductory post with a rough outline of what I hope to cover during my stay here. Quoting:
I'll be writing about why I chose sailing as my next career; why I chose building my own boat over purchasing an already existing boat or commissioning a boatyard to build one for me; why I chose a never-certificated-before design built from never-certificated-before materials and techniques and what it took from an engineering and bureaucratic standpoint to bring a new design and innovative materials into the regulatory fold; and of course the day-to-day of turning a pile of lumber, several hundred yards of fiberglass cloth, and two 55 gallon barrels of epoxy resin into a boat that can be a platform for a business that will feed, clothe and shelter my family, or cross an ocean, as the need arises.
This, of course, will be a very personal recounting and exposition. If you choose to read along, you will read the words "I", "me" and "mine" over and over again. This sort of telling easily grows tedious, especially if the reader has not been given good reason to give the author the benefit of the doubt.
So mindful of the sage advice of the late great publisher Pat Lenihan ("Nobody gives a shit but your mother") let me try and better connect what I'm going to write about with the concerns of this blog.
Filmmaking allowed me to combine a modest talent for project management with modest talent for storytelling in a way that allowed me to make a living doing something I found pleasant, remunerative, and prestigious. But times change and that pleasant union no longer seems tenable, at least not for someone of my modest abilities (as outlined with no small pique on my part in the precipitously (re)published "Why I don't make movies anymore...")