At last, the script for Sanctuary is complete. Its pages now rest before me, a finished design, though I hesitate to call it finished in truth. There is something unnerving about committing words so firmly to paper, as if by doing so I have sealed more than just a story. The tale of Robin Blake,…

What follows is not a production record in the conventional sense. I could have written these weeks in a neat, professional manner—bullet points, call sheets, and to-do lists—but that would betray the spirit of the project itself. Sanctuary is a story of shadows, of the strange, of things found rather than made. It felt only…

MegaCorp is trying to push me out. One of them came to my office today and placed a number on a piece of paper and then walked out. Do they seriously think they can buy me out. After everything I’ve put into this University. Sure, I’ve made mistakes. I let ambition cloud my judgment. I…

Today, I’m taking a stand—no longer will I let MegaCorp pull the strings; it’s time to reclaim control and remind myself what really matters.