Great, actually. Thanks for asking. I’m just working a lot. But not too much, I’ve actually got a pretty sweet gig. But no matter how sweet the gig, if it’s not what you want to do it’s not going to feel sweet on a day-to-day basis. But I had the day off today, so yeah, pretty sweet.
My writing is also going well. I actually had a dream a few nights ago that unfolded like a movie. This was after the dream that I thought was real and led to me waking up in the middle of the night and getting mad at my wife over nothing. Oh, and it was before the dream in which i was framed for a crime I didn’t commit. Anyway, the middle dream was so perfect and so vivid even after I woke up, that I wrote it all down. And now I am writing it. It’s actually quite compelling. Not even a bit crazy like my other dreams. That night was like a dream sandwich, with the good stuff hidden between two pieces of carbohydrate-filled nonsense.
I’m riding my new bicycle a lot too. Rode it all the way to the Han river and back a week ago. That’s like 45 kilometers. I hurt in places I didn’t know I had the next day. And the day after that I discovered even more pulled muscles.
So life is pretty good now. I’ve been writing all day. Planning future books. Putting the finishing touches on a business proposal that will either a) make me rich or b) never see the light of day. And drinking sangria. Lots of sangria. What can I do? I ran out of absinthe last week.