Okay, two weeks into my new job and I'm winded! I am a physicisn, for those who may not have known. I used to work in a stressful industrial injury clinic, now I am a simple country doctor. I am quite happy with the change, because I feel actually productive, and, I have learned, I was so bored in my last role. I had done-it, seen-it, and most of all heard-it way too many times. Now I am, to put it mildly, stimulated.
An upshot of the manic pace of late, as I've said, is I haven't gotten much done on TD. I am thinking about focusing on another short story, so I can get some immediate gratification. I think that would be nice. If I do, I think I would write it for Dunesteff, you know, try and match what they do. It would force me to do scifi, which I do love. We'll see.
I have to tell you one thing. You have to promise to keep it a secret - just between us two, okay? I mean, I don't wish to appear boastful, as it is proper to be self-effacing, so, really, keep this on the q/t. I am [he said in barely a whisper] a really good doctor. I mention this because, I have to tell you, it really feels good to be excellent at something. There, I said it. Do you hate me? I mean, I cannot draw a convincing stick-figure, athletically I have never threatened anyone, and, well, looking in the mirror has never been a fruitful past time for me. But, it is truly a rush to be really good at something. I think I am a good writer, and if I am, y'all are in for a treat in the next few years. Sorry, okay, back to meek and demure.
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