Well the wife has "finished" yet another story. I hate that, people finishing shit before I do. She has no idea exactly how well she writes, which is good for me. Having two egomaniacs in the house at a time would be bad for our collective health.
Did I mention, I am working on a novel? Yeah just like "I'm just waitressing until I get discovered" fucking A!
We have started an impromptu writers circle with a very good friend, we each have certain strengths and weaknesses, faults and fruitful criticisms. We manage to inspire each other in very curious ways, so much so that I have been going through much of my old writing and finding gems I had previously thought were trash.
A lot of my life has been like that lately, trash to treasure.
Back in CT now for 7 months, and in a way it feels like we never left, very odd.
My wife and I rediscovered each other, rediscovered our literary voices and... Well some things are just too personal for a public forum. Love really does conquer all, be it love between a man and a woman, or just love in general.
I have also rediscovered something wonderful and additionally fulfilling in my life, some old friends whom I missed greatly (my wife having a much bigger clue about this than I, as usual) one in particular has graced my life (and our lives) in ways I couldn't possibly have imagined. Thank you.
Got email from a coworker turned friend last afternoon, she just had another baby and bought a home, good for her. She and I always seemed to just miss clicking, as is my habit we ended up bonding late in my time in the funshine state (the moonshine state? NASCAR anyone?) I never really realize how many lives I affected and how they affected me. Is this blissful ignorance or just zen opportunism? Who the hell knows. All I know is I miss the hell outa some of the people, the place? Meh!
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