The last time I wrote anything for my story was the morning of July 3rd. I had run away for a few hours to pound out some words and then had to get back home to prepare for the party we were hosting.  Today is July 20th. I know you know that but I’m trying to make a point here. It hasn’t been until today, 16 days later, that I was able to escape to my own version of a happy place. Speaking of happy places, I drove the family down to Disneyland for some fun and to visit some of the wife’s relatives.

Again… it wasn’t until today I got some Dave time in.

I can write*, honestly, I can. It just requires me to be left the FUn alone. *(no guarantee about quality mind you)

I was nervous about starting up again as my story mind had gone cold again seeing how long it had been. I opened up my document and re-read the last two pages I had written and found myself editing for clarity and soon enough I had reached the end of my prior work and was pushing on into new territory again. It took me about an hour to get past my retro edits but I got there.

The story is fresh in my mind again and I’m ready to keep going.

Only now I’m sitting in a friend’s apartment as they are out of town. My daughter is playing with their cats and doing the litterbox and food duties while I’m putzing away with this update. I’ve been interrupted more times than I could count but that’s okay because this kind of thing doesn’t require a whole lot of focus. I don’t need to remember key character details and plot points for two dozen fictitious persons all at the same time.

Nope. It’s me on a couch, looking over at the fish in their tank that got their pinch of food and are swimming about energetically. Hey, getting fed is exciting.

I just caught myself yawning. Is my update that boring? Glancing at the clock on this laptop I see that it is almost 8:30 pm. My bedtime is in about an hour. What can I say, I live an exciting life.

What else…

Go team introvert?

Go introverts?

Okay, you caught me, I’m googling a thought.

And I found what I was looking for.

Kids are fun but I think being a grandparent is nicer because you can leave them behind. I feel sorry for the unlucky bastards that find themselves having to take care of their grandchildren full time.

What else can I ramble on about?

Oh, the daughter is done. I guess it’s time to wrap the party up so I can go home and hit the sheets. Oh, I Know. I’ve been trying to read Leviathon Wakes over the past six months. I’ve managed to get past halfway finally. You see often times the only chance I get to read is towards the end of the day, and reading naturally makes me tired, so it’s a no-win scenario most of the time.

Okay, enough of this Dave.

Wrap this up.

Tootles all

😛