Good Morning Sunshine

I woke up this morning and sunlight was reflecting off the trees outside my window. It was stunningly beautiful: The bark was orange and behind it, the sky was blue. Hopefully it will mean good things for me in the future.

After an exhausting week at E3, I just crashed. The most I could do was help Wendy stuff envelopes for her job and deliver them to the office. We also took Cinder for a long swim while we walked along the beach at low tide. A guy we saw there said it was the lowest of the year. "Lowest of two, maybe three years," he said.

I feel like I'm going to have to find some new ways of focusing on my job this summer--There is a lot that have to get done, but also I don't want it to take over my life. I remember what Jenn said to me a couple of months ago: Work should be the least stressful part of your life, precisely because it should be the least personal to you.

I still do so much thinking about writing fiction, that, realisically, I should know by now that I'll never be comfortable just letting it go. A lot of what I think about is the Exile novel, but also of new structures (mostly hypertext) for stories.