Getting It On Paper

A lot of the time, it feels like things are always the same from day to day.  We work, we come home, we play with the baby.

We eat, we go to bed, we get up, we go to work.

And yet, things happen to us, and we try to remember what they were, even a day later.  Relatives come to visit, we spend time with friends, all is filled with fun and happiness and wasn't that a good time?

But a week later, or two weeks later, we think only of routine again.

And then something big changes.

For me, it was work. I don't talk about my job here, and I'm not going to start now.  Business is business, and in the event that I ever become a well-known (or even known) entity, I suspect the time will come that I'll close down this journal and just stick "Mission Accomplished" across the top of it.

One of the things in my life that never really seemed to change was my job.  I worked at the same business for almost ten years.  I drove there every day from my parent's house, and then I got married, and drove there every day from my apartment, and then I got a house, and I drove from my house to that office every day.

And then something changed.

I got a new job.

I got a job writing for a company everyone knows, and most of the world uses, and I will never, ever talk about it here, except to say that I'm happy.

My need to write other things hasn't vanished over the last few months, but I've felt is lessen, as the time taken up by being a father has grown and changed me, somewhat.

There have been other things, as well.  Back in the day, there were ten or twenty different places that posted names of folks looking for scripts, and I'd stroll through them all the time, looking for folks who might be looking for the kind of stuff I do.

Today, only one site remains, and there's something there that relates to me maybe, maybe, once a week.  And even then, so many of them are a "no pay" deal, and I'm too old, and, I have to say, too talented to keep on going down that road.

So what becomes of my words?

Well.

First, after quite some time, I got a call to write another article for the Post-Crescent.  And here's that:

http://www.postcrescent.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080508/GPG0506/80507037

I also recently got a note from a former co-worker of mine.  He and a few of his friends are looking to put together a video game, and they want me to write the story for it.

Have I done that kind of thing before?  No.  But do I think I could?

Well, it's writing, and it's storytelling, and that's what I do. So, yeah.

And there's more.  The Paper Castle and The Paper Boat are still out there, still being reworked, and I'll probably be taking another pass at Castle, nipping and tucking and fixing and generally seeing what we shall see.

There are fewer words now.

They are more words in the future.

I'll try to make them count.  Or at the very least, count off the years.