I have done no wrong but the zealots are trying to attack me because I am so critical of them.
I love doing scripted things. What little acting ability I have I am holding on with my hangnails.
Things are forgotten and then perhaps picked up again, if we're lucky, it lasts... if not, then it's in the lap of the gods. The important thing was to do some work that I liked and hopefully that some others might also like, whether for a minute, a week, a month, a year.