I'd do the 'Running Man', but I don't want to fall through my neighbor's ceiling

Well -- I finally did it. I got the seventy-five together and mailed it (overnighted it, actually) to Guru.com. Once they get the payment and set up my account, I will begin my career as a freelance writer. I love that sound: "Freelance writer" (point of trivia, wasn't Sydney's callsign in "Alias" 'Freelancer'?). Now, I get some experience in writing for pay, as opposed all those time I was doing it for free, and I will finally get paid (hopefully, let's not lose our heads over something like this) to do something I enjoy. Have you seen some of the contracts? $25K? $50K? If I got two of those contracts, I could finish them and look into buying a good house. Of course, I know that I'm not going to be able to get those contracts right off the bat, but just the idea of being able to do that is absolutely intoxicating.

Anyways -- on to other things. The novel is coming together slowly, and all the other ideas I have are battering down the gates. The weather has been predicably Kentucky... warm, muggy for an hour, then a rainstorm for another hour, then more sun and sticky warmth. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. The upside is that I don't have to wash my car. Mother Nature does it for me.

Well, time to go get my lunch -- Impezelli's pizza. One large deep dish pizza can feed five people easily. If you come to Louisville (just voted 'Best City to Relocate to in the US), go to Impezelli's and you won't have to cook much for a couple of days... longer if you get their breadsticks.

No neat signature yet... still working on that.

Note to Annabelle: Something is on the way.