I am absolutely delightful. More to come. Promise. I've been busy, writing and such - which I do a lot of. In fact, it's all that I do. I sit in my cabin, in the middle of this wonderful forest that I live in, and I think and I write and I think and I write. And I love it, it's the one thing I've found that feels right - something I never expected to find. I'm one of those people who were on the track of "what's it matter? I'll be dead by 24 anyways, fuck it." but then I went out and I was completely sober and responsible and I stumbled my way home and I somehow ended up struggling to stare at the Battlestar Galactica pilot script and thought "fuck, I can do this, pfft, easy." And then I wrote the best script ever and I was God and I was gonna get that sold right away because I'm a god damn genius--Anyways, you can guess how that went. My point is, it's years later, and I love this. I love the fight of it, everything you do is horrible and garbage to someone so you can't win - but I have to. Normally I win and I move on because it's boring, but that doesn't exist here - this is an everlasting fight that can't be won, unless you're Disney but whatever, I fucking love it. I'm not sure what my point is beyond that. I love writing. And I could go into the twists and tragedies of my life thus far but honestly, doesn't all the sad stories just blend together in the writing community? The gist of it is that I spent so much time hiding inside my mind that I developed a boundless imagination, and when I apply that to writing - god damn.      Looks like more came.