Reality

Back to the grind.

Today was actually a rather entertaining return to the norm. Upon walking in the door at work, I was practically bombarded by coworkers enthusiastically asking how my weekend in New York went. With smiles and laughter, they offered such overwhelming good spirits that despite my indifference to how things went, I couldn't help but smile.

I've got an army of good friends at work that have encouraged me ten-fold by their reaction today. The fact that they engaged in what I had done and were actually interested in it made me feel...I dunno. Whole, I guess. I struggle with the fear of becoming forgotten. After a day like today, I realize that I wasn't forgotten during my four day hiatus from what I normally do.

Although, I have to wonder. Does everyone that hasn't written a novel think this of a writer: "I can't wait to tell everyone I know a famous author!"

Not even kidding. I don't know how many times I heard that today. Each time I tried to quell their jocular energy, only to be met with wider grins. *Shrug* I guess that to some people, what I do is pretty awesome.

I can't lie either. I think what I do is pretty awesome.

Hope your adventures are always happy!

Currently Reading: Brisinger by Christopher Paolini
Currently Listening to: "Christmas Card" by Stephen Curtis Chapman