Time does not change me. I change time.
There's an picture of me that I will never forget - I am a kid, in a hallway in one of our temporary homes, it's Christmas. I had just been given 2 dollhouses as presents. I had a shit eating grin on my face that defied time. Cut to 35 some-odd years later. Now, I am in Istanbul, Turkey (the Asian side). We've almost wrapped a new Arabic talk show I helped launch. I've got cold champagne in one hand and that same shit eating grin on my mug. I suppose not much has changed since old Misty girl was a kid.
Been getting lots of emails on where the heck am I and why is The Tooth not being updated.
Well, I've been a busy bee - I sold my first show that I created from scratch straight to series to National Geographic Channel and worked on that for months down in Texas. It will air in January.
Right after we wrapped, I drove all through mainland Mexico, and even did a 2 week stint in San Miguel de Allende, where I am most certain I would have been murdered if I'd stayed a hot second longer.
I just got back from a month in Istanbul, where a new talk show I was working on was one of the toughest (and funnest) of my career. Americans, Turks and Arabs - what a lovely lesson in world politics.
Currently, I am now home on my boat in the marina with my dog, Minka, and watching the sun set - it's massive and golden orange and I cannot take my eyes off it - which is causing me loads of hotspots while writing this.
Bottom line, I'm back. I'm going to create & sell more shows. I'm going to make many more wonderful meals in my floating kitchen. I'm going to get a 27' Airstream (upgrade from the 23'). I'm going to make it all happen, just like I always thought I would. Same shit eating grin the whole way.
Much to come - mst