Another Morning

"Wake up," says the sky. Dull grays backlit by a soft yellowish glow from our resident plasma entity up above (or to the left if you look at scale models of the solar system). I'm putting the finishing touches on me before I out the door to the world of work, smiling slickly and palming people for wine sales.

It really doesn't seem that this much time has passed since I've been here. August will see a whole year gone, but the longer I exist (at least in this state, metaphysics are generally ignored on this blog - like writing) the more I realize that it all goes fast, like life is a landscape out of a train window, and there are no stops.

Writing had diversified into several projects. I'm still "writing" my books (mainly back story work), but now I'm also looking into content writing for money as well as a new project creating an online show, or a "serial" if we want to be Dickensian about it. If I had my druthers I'd work on all of these projects all day, at an office within walking distance of my apartment, and a secretary to help me know what day it is and other social niceties like that. Oh, to dream.

Now, to finish getting ready.

Wake up, right?