Gee. Where to start.
My grandmother has a brain tumor. Some days are better than others, but she's pretty sick. It sucks, but I'm still in denial so all is good. I guess.
I've been working at my Aunt Mindy's office, all they do is gossip I swear.
I revised the short story 'Whorehound' and sent it off to RoF. I should be receiving a rejection in about… 8-10 weeks (applaud my optimism).
I've joined a Writer's Group in Greenville, Oliver and Ada are in it- they were at Bootcamp with me. They're good writers, Oliver and Ada that is. Everyone else… well who am I to judge.
Candace is getting married, she'll be the first of my friends to do so. That's frightening. I'm not old enough to get married, which means that none of my friends are old enough to get married. Life is strange.
Speaking of friends, SARAH WHERE ARE YOU!!!
I think that's about it.