Short And Not Particularly Sweet

Hi Guys!

Things are mostly good here. Getting ready to actually buy the house! (WHOO HOO). I'll believe it's real when the paperwork is signed and I actually make the first payment.

Good pre-orders on Touch of Evil. It's looking very good. Makes me happy. There are some weirdnesses and questions as to dates, (different sellers show different ship dates listed.) We're checking into it.

My mother asked me an interesting question this morning. She asked why I never talk about my "real" job. I used to, when I worked at the University. There were lots of interesting people, and things going on, etc. And it occurred to me, when she asked, that while I like my new boss well enough, the job is just a job. I have friends who LOVE working in law. It's truly a calling for them. I don't. Never did. I'm good at it, it pays better than most of the other stuff (but not than the writing -- which is where I'm headed), but there is no joy in it for me. I do what I need to do, to the best of my ability, and that's it. I don't hate it. I don't love it. I just do it. (The Nike career philosophy.)

I'm slowly making friends in the new town, but the old friends from Denver were people I actually "fit" with. I keep in touch with most of them by e-mail. I don't fit here nearly as well. It takes time, and I know it. Over the course of the past year I've met a number of people who are developing into friends. But it's a slow process.

Depressing thoughts. I don't intend to be depressed though. I'm getting my house. My health is better. The books are going great guns. I just need to keep moving forward. Things work out given time and hard work.

Gotta run. Sorry I seem bummed today. I'll work on it.