Right now I'm waiting on Sunday morning to go play drums for an event. I will probably be working on my Collectible Card Game, Empires and Generals later today and then tweak the format for my newest poetry compilation. I might think about painting a piece later on tonight, if my wife doesn't drag me off to spend "quality time" with her.
I really don't like being sociable. I guess I'm somewhat of the introvert, where when you are around a bunch of people all day, you seem to need to recharge when you are by yourself. The good news is that my wife isn't sociable. She's more of a homebody than I am (if that was a thing before I got married, I didn't know about it).
So most of my days are spent working with children at a Christian camp down the road from me. It's the best thing that I have ever done with my life and has helped to shape and charge my zest for writing. Zest? Who uses that word? Maybe I should use the word FUEL? Perhaps.
At any rate, I do a bunch of weird stuff and found that I get some of the deepest satisfactions out of writing. I didn't know how cathartic it was to actually publish something on a huge platform until I ventured onto here with "Stupid Mind Tricks" and gave it a shot. Painting is nice, dancing, acting, writing... Writing just seems to be one of the healthiest releases for me that there is.
I've journaled most of my adult life and thought that just getting it out of my system was enough. Sheesh. I should have made twenty or thirty books by now if this is how awesome I would have known it would feel. Does that make sense? I didn't know it would feel this awesome until I did it. Practicality comes late to some it seems.
That's about it from me. I'm one of those guys who threw his TV away and has so much time on his hands now that all he can do is create. That sucks if you're in the TV industry. I can't stand it myself. I have nothing else to say actually and am now just wasting your time.
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