I guess the closest I can come to being satisfied with anything I've written so far would be a short screenplay, Beware the Muse. That was in the early 1990s. I gave it to my mentor so he could read it over Christmas that year (I think it was 1989) and he called from San Francisco to tell me he got the point of the story. That was a great Christmas present. The novel I'm working on now, Aliens Don't Bend at the Knees (I'm starting the fifth draft tomorrow) comes close and will hopefully supersede it by the time it's finished.