You know, I may not be paid to write fulltime yet but upon reflection my life is pretty damn amazingly good. I spent the weekend writing (and I can’t discuss the project yet), hanging out with some really good friends and sometimes hanging out with really good friends playing Rayman on a friend’s Wii.

Just some good times and good work done and endless talk about stories, my own and others, and relaxation and planning and scheming and everything. This week I want to try and grab some dinner and time with another one of my good friends whom I never get to really see.

There are far worse ways to spend a life.

Not that I don’t plan on the whole writing as career thing. I do. I work towards it every day. But if it doesn’t happen I will still write and still create and still be happy. It’s important to know.

Past that there are some people I really miss and would love to see. Here’s my problem. I go home after work and write. See? Right there is the problem. I have time to see someone like once a week. Ah well. I do what I can.