Hobbies are healthy

I took my dog on the beach again tonight. She tried to eat the waves. Now she understands why I'm there so much. She loves it. I don't try to eat the waves though. I promise.

I've spent my day submitting ideas and stories. This is what is now taking my time. This is a healthy hobby. This is good. A couple of the curators have noticed... one loving a exposè on denial I wrote. Said it was exactly what they were looking for.

Write what you know? I'm so in love with this book idea. Not only are these feelings and ideas hilarious and relative, but fresh from my scorn bones I can poke fun at now. #therapy.

So all in all a productive day. I could of done more housework, but really I'm happy I'm doing anything at all. While I was talking to the curator she asked if it was a mix of fiction and non-fiction and I told her her was all non-fiction I had just went through a break up in December.

I referred to last December as "just" (and it was a break up of sorts, it's still now and always will be a giant complicated story) But it's funny that it's now October and it still feels like yesterday. Just. It just happened. Times flies when you're sad I suppose. I wished I wouldn't of said it afterwards. I wish I would of just said it was a mix of both.

Too late to not be honest.

I need to get a friend to do illustrations and a story board. I can do it but not on this laptop. I need someone with the right equipment to make it easier. I don't want to storyboard by hand. I will if I have to.