Picked up a copy of Fable 2 a few weeks ago.  Been very busy.  My spouses keep leaving me and taking the kids.  How is that fair?  I give them gifts and everything.  Whatever.

I haven't been doing as much art lately.  Which makes me sad.  I did a piece for my coworker's birthday, but then decided I hated it, so I just gave it to her and didn't scan it.  Now I kind of regret that, but oh well.  It was pretty good though.

Um, other things...

I've been writing this story...it buzzed around in my head for a while.  So I put it on some paper.  It evolved, but now is slow.  Writing is so unlike any other art form.  With writing, you have to build your raw materials and then turn it into art, which are two very different skill sets.  Complicated.  But, totally fun.  When it isn't causing me great anguish.

I never really thought of myself as a writer.  Not consciously, anyway.  But I won two writing contests in elementary school, and in Jr. High I had this monstrous two hundred page novel that was amazingly self indulgent.  I wonder where that is...

Oh, we moved.  We got sick of flooding.  The new place is...new.

I miss California.  We're at the not quite spring stage of Washington that is somewhere between jacket and not jacket weather, and really that's just too much thinking for me to do about attire.  I miss tshirt and go weather.