Dear Daniel,

I sincerely doubt this is my last letter to you. At least until we get the chance to work together. I suppose that sounds like an arrogant statement given I’m just starting my rise. Finally with the right manager. A pending Netflix deal. And tickets bought for Macbeth (surely, there was no way I could miss it, short of putting myself into debt). Last night I sat through No Time to Die, experiencing a powerful full circle moment, where you, me, James Bond and Letters to Daniel were concerned.

It’s been a bit of a whirlwind where it comes to the last few years and Letters is concerned. That coupled with the very recent loss of my mentor, friend, and father figure, another big D, Del Weston. Last night was like closing a chapter on a very intense, very important part of my life and opening the next one.

At the beginning of my writing career, I was turned onto the composers James Horner & Hans Zimmer. Especially Hans, with the score of GLADIATOR he kicked of the beginning of me creating score and soundtracks to write to. That he was the composer on NO TIME TO DIE touched all kinds of emotional chords.

I wrote a script, GEMINI RISING that included some very visceral elements that were similar to No Time to Die. Won’t say which, but Casino Royale gave me the impetus to use you as a muse of sorts. Watching James close this chapter was very emotional and I feel like I woke up with a sadness hangover forcing me to unpack things from my journey with you and your work and Del that I wasn’t ready to let go of yet.

But the fact is we all come to that point eventually if we want to grow emotionally, psychologically, and intellectually. Del’s last picture to me was of him giving the No Time to Die poster the finger. LOL. I miss Del tremendously. He was, professionally speaking, my biggest champion, his whole family was. Daniel, you kept me in therapy, gave me a career, and helped me soar with your work. Just as I love Del, I will always be indebted to you for what I’ve been able to accomplish with Letters to Daniel. Perhaps this spring I will get to go backstage and meet you.


Amy Leigh McCorkle