Blogger is flaky. Tried posting this earlier, several times, but no go. Here I am, though, and the old adage still holds true: Better late than...yes.

My cold's been coming and going all week - yesterday I had to leave work early with a giant headache - but I'm cautiously optimistic about this weekend; I think I've got it beat. Going to stay low through tomorrow, though, so as not to wake the beast again. The change of seasons has triggered a lot of runny noses.

So far, autumn has been absolutely brilliant (except for the big cold, of course): Crisp, cool air; blue skies; the leaves on the trees are just beginning to turn yellow and red. I'm reminded again how much I love this time of the year. It's my favourite season, more so than summer - although summer is a close second - because it's a more nuanced season; more melancholy, more affecting, and more inspiring. I do my best work in autumn, before winter sets in and everything is just cold and white. Autumn also feels like a new start, a new beginning, and it's the best season to begin working on something new.

(We have, of course, been working on something new for quite a while, and yet it feels like now, for the first time, we're actually producing something, actually making daily, visible progress.)

I watched the excellent documentary Lost in La Mancha last night. It was heartbreaking to see how the movie - The Man Who Killed Don Quixote - fell victim to every conceivable 'Act of God' (including hail storms, NATO F-16 fly-bys, and hernias), leaving Terry Gilliam - who'd been working on and dreaming of the project for a decade - looking increasingly dejected and powerless. I've had my share of creative obstacles and cancelled projects, but this film puts everything into perspective. Luckily href="http://www.smart.co.uk/dreams/">Terry Gilliam is now well into production on a new movie; Brothers Grimm. Fingers crossed, it won't suffer the same fate.  ¶ 21:07