So coming back to actually WRITING a blog after a few weeks of Christian memory lane, I've realized there's not much else to tell. I probably live one of the most (to outsiders) boringest life on the planet.
I pray, exercise, list to music spend time with family and a few close friends, write and edit features, clean house, run errands when I have a vehicle, and write fiction. That's really it.
In true writerly fashion, I "show" vs. "tell" those things, which is where the real satisfaction lies.
As for the writing itself, it's an interesting life because I get to hear all the interesting things real (and imaginary) people are doing and then share those stories with those that wish to read them.