The sun is peering down through the trees in my backyard and highlighting the small strip of grass where the fire pit is still the focal point, a remnant from last night. I close my eyes and am present with the roasted marsh mellow heaven overtaking the cold slime of insect repellent. Stars are twinkling through the dome of orange security. There are laughs and smiles and cold beverages, around me I hear the conversation over the slightly muffled music that is peeping out from my office windows that overlook the patio and backyard. My eyes blink open and I am overlooking the day-glow, listening to the Amboy Dukes. Although I fucking hate Ted Nugent as a person--he is entitled to his beliefs, as I am mine--I do like this one album by this, his first band. He was just the guitarist then so his ideology doesn't really filter into it because someone else was primarily responsible for writing the songs. It is kind of a bluesy concept album called, Journey to the Center of My Mind. I just finished an outline for novel #2. It's pretty comprehensive and complex, so I am definitely glad that I took the time to workout the framework before I actually start to write it. I am keeping this one close to me, so you probably won't hear a lot about specific details--at least not until it is closer to being finished. My goal is the publish it next summer. It's definitely a summer time kind of novel. I will tell you it's set in the city, during a specific time period very near the present. It is based very solidly in literature that I have read and studied, and I am very confident that I can pull it off. It is well-thought out and well-structured, and once I actually do start writing it, it is going to go fast (well, hopefully). I also sketched a possible design for the cover. I am working on the entire concept, from the beginning. Instead of thinking of it like just words on a page, I am envisioning the entire physical art object. In the next week, or two, I also still have to finish proofreading the Second Edition of Out in the Garage. I sit here trying to find a focus, but my mind just continues to roll about in its own direction, towards one of the infinite number of future possibilities. I think about being productive, and finding the means of doing so. I have promised myself that I am not going to get desperate, because I at least have a job in the Fall, even though it's not full time. If I can stay more relaxed and confident through the process, I won't be so stressed out, and I'll be more likely to make a good impression on potential employers. But it's Sunday, so I am not going to think about it again until tomorrow--even though it still continues to press on my mind as a blur that I try to focus even though it is an impossible task. While my professional world is in stasis as I look for a role to fill, I am going to continuing working on this hobby. I am finally reaching a point in my life where I can kind of justify doing so. In that way, I am also excited for my last class since it is a short short story fiction writing workshop. It's like the cherry on top of my college career (at least for the foreseeable future).