OK, I'm on the downhill slide in preparing for Thrillerfest - that would be the slide that increases time passage and you begin to realize that time is suddenly an enemy. That time when you think you have your schedule set and everything is humming along and you wake up one morning to realize time has turned on you. Or maybe it isn't time but attitude that has turned on you. Maybe you realize that this is no longer a dream you're playing with and it's time to put up or shut up. And then you have the thought that maybe the shut up path is the more luminous and then it becomes the more intelligent as you think about it. You could just write for your friends, surely that would provide the necessary satisfaction for your ardor. Or, you could epublish if you needed more exposure and find the audience that liked your work. But now you've come to the crux of it: you have to hang yourself out there. You know you do. If you don't the primary question that propelled you down this path, the question you've so ardently expounded to anyone who would listen, won't have an answer. And time will again favor the devil and, for what it is famous, slip smugly away.