September 25

Ten years ago today I kissed a friend for the first time. Then I fell hard and quick. Life has never been the same and I couldn't be happier. I love you, baby.

Well, it's fall

Or close enough, really. Once September starts -- hell, once August hits that mid-point -- you know summer's on its way out, scooting along so the door doesn't hit it in the ass on the way.

And for once, I think I'm actually looking forward to it.

I'm slowly climbing out of the morass of little ambition and energy. Slowly, I say, because it's not a linear process. Is anything? But I wish it were. It would be so much easier. Wouldn't everything?

I'm sending applications out into the void. Putting together a Fulbright app, applying to MacDowell and Stanford and a bunch of other places. I'm trying to make tracks on the latest project and trying to market the project that's been hanging around for a while.

I'm chipping away. Chipping doesn't feel as good as smashing, but one step at a time.