It’s getting late, so I’ll be brief.  This is mostly a hodge-podge of the goings-on in my own life.

The last few days I’ve been busting myself getting a lot of things wrapped up.  Had a deadline of Wednesday (today, if the clock is right) to get front and backmatter for my book in to them, as well as a head shot.  Sent those in, so yay me.

Also got a special intro mix of sound clips for horror movies for the Internet radio show I co-host finished.  I think it covers a good spectrum of everything in the genre, given the time constraints.  Tune in tonight at 6pm Pacific Time, 9pm Eastern Time live to hear it.  We’ll be taking pitches for movies with an Executive Story Editor from William Morris Agency as our guest.

I’ve had to turn down a few different job offers in the last week or so in order to continue to focus on my creative and business efforts.  For one thing the pay wasn’t all that great, and I think I can get out of the way of our economy for now to let someone else more in need of a job feed their family.

There’s also some maintenance programming I’m doing for now to keep the sites up and running.  Automation is playing more and more of a key factor in keeping everything working steadily.  I don’t mind doing the extra work now, because it means a lot less work for me later.  Plus there are some more features I have to add in that will make things a little bit nicer for everyone.

Still working on the script for Chromasphere.  It’s not coming along as fast as I’d like, but the story is there in my head and in my notes.  It’s a welcome relief from everything else in that I can nurture it along at the pace I want as compared to someone else’s schedule.

Tonight I also realized something rather interesting.  I’ve written more in the last few months than possibly the last 5 years of my life combined.  And it doesn’t look like it’s going to abate anytime soon.  I’ve got 3 unfinished screenplays staring back at me with begging looks on them.

My birthday is approaching rapidly.  Although I try not to think of it, the numerous streaks of gray hair on my head not present 2 years ago remind me every morning that time continues its predatory stalking of me.