I Have Paint On My Hands

And while this isn't technically news worthy, I thought I'd blow the dust off this blog and start popping thoughts down here while I'm doing other things this week.

Oh wow, there's a cricket in the fireplace. Dude, I bet that he or she is having the time of their little insect life, the acoustics in there are really wild.

Huh? What? Oh, focus, you wanted me to say something cohesive here? But there's a cricket in the fireplace. Right, cohesive.

So I'm gearing up for another book signing at His Way, which is why I have paint on my hands. I don't randomly smear paint on my fingers, all though I do like the way paint feels on my skin.

This will be the ninth one that I've done, no, no I think it might be the tenth. Wow, that's sad that I can't remember whether it's the ninth or tenth signing that I've done. Anyway, I've done quite a few. They are always exciting and stressful, and before this one I've always set aside all my own writing time and done what I wanted to do for the signing, and then come back to my writing when everything's all over.

I'm not doing that this year. This year, it's writing first, props and other things second. Part of it is because I've got a feeling that it's going to be a smaller turn out than in years previous, and part of it is because Wayne and Christopher are gentlemen and will be grateful for whatever it is that I come up with for their event. It's nice to feel "broken in" with authors and not have to worry about impressing them or impressing my boss. I also think it might have something to do with the fact that the things I've chosen to highlight are a little easier to create than in years past.

Whatever the reason, I can smile as I look down at the paint on my hands and know that whatever time I have left in the day is for goofing off with friends. My writing time was completed and I made progress on my projects.

Life tonight, is sweet. Both for me, and for the cricket in the fireplace.