Looking back at the progression of making DRY MOON I remember the slow burn of writing and rewriting.  I remember the dogged production over 3 years.  I remember the slog through the logging and assembling.  And the cutting, more cutting.  And now we sit as if unmoving...but inside is the trajectory of movement, the tiny forward motion of kinetic energy which passes for hope to completion.  Music to my ears, and finishing in my heart.  Await.