Despite appearances, I am still alive. Working a day job that suddenly has me, you know, working, which means little to no blogging. It’ll be awhile before this lets up.
Finished wrapping all my Christmas presents today. It’s the first year I can afford to get everybody presents, and it feels really good.
Sitting here drinking whiskey, listening to Edith Piaf, and working on The Book That Will Get done.
I’ve still got that Russ appreciation to write, two credit card payments to make, and a lot of books to read. Have finally made it back to the gym. I’m increasingly impressed with my arms. They are just buff. It’s great.
Ah, my body project. Someday I will be uber-buff and scary. For now, I’ll settle for strong.
Someday, I’ll also be making my living entirely from writing.
Just you wait.
It’s my New Year’s resolution.