Wow. I actually ended my last post ruminating on adulthood. What the bloody hell was going on back then that I thought warranted deep contemplation? Did I have any idea?
To put it plainly, I now have:
- A job.
- A house.
- A live-in girlfriend.
- An impending child.
We just discovered it will be a boy yesterday. Still processing that a great deal.
In other news, I continue to write. I’ve gone back and forth on my manuscript, which has yet to graduate beyond the very short novella stage. Not sure what else I can do with that at the moment.
I am, however, churning out short stories fairly well. Yet to have any of the newer ones accepted anywhere, but I shan’t get discouraged. Either way, once written, they’re all going in my next collection, currently titled Sleepless Nights, which I’m aiming to make a bit weightier than The Library Beneath the Streets (publication for which is still on, though apparently on indefinite hold).
What else can I say, really? As long as I’m writing, I’m honoring my promises. And as long as I come back here every so often to update…whoever, I can’t say I’m not on the right track.
Will I ever look back on this place from somewhere else? Will I wonder why I maintained it when it always seemed more of a chore than not?
Shouldn’t speculate. We’ll leave it at that.