The Demonweasel Speaks

So I think yesterday was one of the best vacation days. Monday was kind of lame and disappointing, and I just didn’t get a lot done on Tuesday or Wednesday. I did, however, make calls about research stuff, so now I’m in the dubious position of waiting for calls back, which is kind of irritating, but it’s forward motion, and I’m all about the forward motion.

But yesterday: Woke up at about 10:30 or so, had breakfast and watched SportsCenter (mainly because I wanted to see highlights of the Lakers getting *smoked* by the Spurs. My finals prediction: Spurs/Pacers…Spurs in 6 games). After that, since it was so fucking gorgeous yesterday, I printed out Chapter Seven of the book (where I last edited, and I almost was sick to my stomach when I saw the last time I had even opened the file was in January. That’s just wrong) and laid out in the sun with shirt off editing. I’d find out later that I’d get a mild sunburn, but that’s okay. Halfway through, I packed it up with some other stuff and headed to the gym on campus. I haven’t been there in years, and it was painfully obvious when I started working out. I guess there’s only so much you can do with free weights in your house, so everything that I did was probably muscles that hadn’t been worked on in a while. I’m still sore, but that good kind of sore (although I did bruise my knuckles on my left hand from working on the heavy bag, because I have issues to work out). After that it was in town for lunch, coffee, and the finishing of my editing.

I got home in time to watch “Angel” (they are on last seasons final act, which was fairly good), and when Allie came over we played and then I napped as she watched cartoons. Then the Pacers/Heat game, a nice steak dinner, and hanging out and drinking wine with my neighbors. Good stuff, all around. Today I’m going to make those editing changes, print out another chapter and take it with me when I go to do *sigh* laundry. I should also get a haircut, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.

I was asked last week when the best time in my life was, and the more I thought about it, I realized that, despite some serious problems in my personal life, this is. I like the person that I am, the place that I’m in. I’m nervous as hell at starting a new job, but I know in reality it’s not going to be a big deal. That’s another thing I should do today, go over insurance stuff.

The guy doing to Dayton Comics Workshop called the other day, which was a nice surprise. The group will be meeting soon, and apparently it’s mostly artists rather than writers, which is good, as I don’t want to fight with other people about getting an artist to do my stuff, or fight to work with the person I want to work with (if such a person exists). I found myself making silent promises to not be a jerk an a know it all, but then I realized that I really do know a lot about this kind of thing, having picked up lots of little kernels of knowledge over the years. I’m not going to sit on them for the sake of “making friends.” This is business, and it has to be done a certain way or we’re just hobbyists. I’m sick of being a hobbyist when it comes to writing.

So in all those aspects, life is very good, and I’m very happy. In the aspects that I haven’t talked about, things suck and I’m miserable, but that’s all I’m going to say about that. So there.

Lead singer of my band, I remain…