Once, my boss Jerry asked me for something, and I gave him a detailed description of its whereabouts, because I didn't have time to get it for him. He asked, "How do you always know exactly where everything is?"
I replied, "Because that's where I put it."
And that's how it is in Ventoso, Texas.
As usual, I have immersed myself in the world of Ventoso, Texas. This place exists solely in my imagination, but it very real to me. I know exactly where the police station is. I know where the hospital is, and I know where Big Dogs is. (The saloon is very important. I like to indulge in a Nessarita every once in a while, and Big Dogs is the only place in town that makes them.) And I know where these things are because that's where I put them.
The second book is coming along. I changed the point of view to third person. I couldn't tell the whole story in first. I'm disappointed in myself.
Completely off the subject, I have fallen prey to Fishville. I have an insatiable urge to level up again and again and again. I'm too competitive. The guys from work are winning. It's Adrian's fault. Somebody please murder him in his sleep for me.
I dream in bubbles. (By the way, I need more neighbors. Any takers?)