February was a motherfucker. Picked up a second job and worked nearly every day. Now my resume reads bartender/videographer. This fad will last until my bank accounts hit certain peaks that have been untouched for a quite some time.
Missed the due date for the Clarion Foundation. Basically I met my limitation. Age no longer allows for the sort of binge work necessary to work 3 full time gigs. This saddens me a bit. My life until now felt Herculean. Now I'm just a mortal with two part time jobs and a lot of goals.
Speaking of...though the stories aren't done, they are being finished. And they'll find other homes and fellowships. And I'm about to start a script for a friend.
Final Draft. An icon I swore I would never press again.