Kitty day!

Its time to visit the kitties again. And to pay my rent, but that's secondary since its going to be late (mailed checks take a bit to deposit) but not drastically. I'm not worried about that actually.

I am worried about Baby Squid God, of course. The contest starts tomorrow and I'm fighting that fear of failure thing. I'm going to do it anyways--courage is doing something that scares you--but it still sits there on the back of my mind. Fluffy saw the style of artwork I'm considering doing for the game and said it looked interesting; if I'm really lucky, she'll like doing it and I can use my own wife as an artist. That would be wonderful, since it means that I might not have to do this all by myself.

That and I've always wanted to find a way of working with Fluffy on a project. There is something about having a common ground like that I would love to have, more so since we are so far away. Forcing it never works, so I'll just see if she finds it interesting and goes on, otherwise I'll just doing what I'm going to do.

In the complete irony of life, I'm now on day two of not having a writer's block. Managed to get five thousand words written in about an hour and a half last night, which is just about my normal rate of writing. I can't really describe how happy that makes but, but a tiny bit of me wished I had writer's block for about 39 more days. Completely unrelated to that number: the contest entry is due in 32 days and I always take at least 7 days to recover.

I'm excited and frightened at the same time. I'm also tremendously relieved that I'm writing again.