I Must Be Dying
Mood:  chatty
Now Playing: Prince - "The Future"
Topic: The Future
I must be dying. I feel fine, though. I say that I must be dying because I can't stop writing. Perhaps it's been so long since I've written anything of import, but I can't really recall ever being this productive. Therefore, like the man who scribbles out his good-byes before his coming death, I must be trying to put down as many of my thoughts as I can before my demise. I hope it's not the case, but damn! I can't stop!! I mean, poems galore; '...Ampersand...' has increased by 10% in the past half week... holy cow, I simply cannot even type fast enough to get all these thoughts down. It's frightening, exhilarating, frustrating, tiring... ugh. But onward I plug, huntin' and peckin' till the midnight oil runs low. Or the bladder gets full.

I've also just learned that one of my 'cover girls' is now a 'cover mom.' Well, I am happy for her and I wish her and her son all the best in the world. We kind of fell out of touch a few years ago as her life took her into new pursuits 'Oooorah.' Interestingly enough, her name came up this past summer when some MIB types were curious about my research methodology for my fifth novel. That peaked my curiosity and so now I finally got around to finding out about her. Awesome. My other 'cover girls' are doing quite well also, I have taken time to find out: one of whom is racing her little heart out; another of whom is hot on the trail of a career in medicine; another who is ivy league and studying some science major that I can't even pronounce; another who is b-ballin' and, of late, blowin' up on the courts with mad points and boards and blox; another of whom is married and back in her native land workin' hard as always. Awesome. I think one blessing in life--one true blessing--is knowing a diversity of people, from all walks of life, of all pursuasions. Even better is watching them strive for goals, and best yet is watching them achieve those goals.

Welp... back to work!