It's been a year since I seriously wrote on my serial fiction. I miss that compulsion.

I start a new job in a week. I'm very nervous about handing off my current job.

I am a good geek. I may not be a good coder, but I'm a good overall geek.

I am blessed with many friends. I am cursed with insufficient online time with them. (Hey, you! I'm talking at you!) ;)

I still cling to the opinion that religion is not necessarily a negative force - it is a convenient excuse for evil people to do infamy, but it is also a subtle force for many tiny acts of good.

I'm a good writer. Good, not great. I'm not disciplined, nor talented. I'm not particularly lucky, which is probably the most important factor in being a success.

Some fiction I see published annoys me. Not the subject matter, but the craft and lack thereof.

Then again, 'publish' means very little these days. I'm 'publishing' myself here, but I don't see people rushing to syndicate me. ;)

At any rate, I'm feeling better than yesterday. I have a house-load of chores to do, so ... baibai!