I never had a good plan, but I have lots of ambitions, and an unhealthy amount of self doubt and hesitation. The subject of my effort, my yearning, my prolonged and unrelenting daydreams is my love of music, and it has been so from youth until where I am now just past the peak of life's wide arc. I can't pull myself away from music, and I can't stop thinking about it. The same narrative has filled my mind for decades, and for decades I've been stuck at the same point of the story, around chapter 2 where a few of the critical elements of the story are just starting to be introduced but nothing has yet come into focus. The pages of my life keep turning but the story refuses to budge.