You would think that I ceased to exist. Not so!

Here I am. The trick is that there's so much other good stuff to be a-doin'. Writingwise, I've got mindwalk, morning pages, and YL morning pages. Not to mention the big long essays for Generator, which are just getting into motion again.

I am in bliss. All I want is to spend all my time with G. What do you suppose the chances are that this will go down as one of the happiest periods of my life?

Just to spend the afternoon in the same room; her doing email on Confessor, me experimenting with little models for animation. A glance from her eyes. A kiss on the back of the neck. I stay up too late (well, really I get up too early -- 7am to do morning pages), and the tiredness detracts sometimes... Being worn out makes experiences that would be tickling my heart a bit more numb. But even so: bliss.

I am in love with morning pages. Writing 3 pages of stream-of-consciousness every morning at 7am leaves my brain clean and empty. Makes it feel like I'm living, not stuck in my little pock-mark in the ground. Empty the brain, move forward.

I am in love with animation. I finally purchased myself a digital camera, and I'm fulfilling my childhood dream of making little 3D animated clips. Just created my first flipbook on Friday, scanned it in, and made a quicktime movie. It took 97 illustrations to do about nine and a half seconds. But it only took about 3 hours to make -- god, I love the miracles of modern technology!

I am in love with G. I am in love with morning pages. I am in love with animation.

Let it be, let this be, I am happy.