I make some decisions easily. Some I find impossible. If we're talking about which restaurant to eat at, or which movie I want to see on Netflix tonight, you may as well settle down and raise a family in the time it's going to take me to choose. But if it's something big, something that requires a lot of thought, planning, and has potentially life-changing decisions, then I'll give you an answer in about five minutes flat.

Remember back in the summer when I started talking about new life plans? The plans involve living on a sailboat and literally travelling where the wind takes me, casting off and saying goodbye to the world of daily commutes, HOA payments, and all those things we're supposed to do. The means to do this would be my writing, as I'd be able to do that anywhere and I fully intend to make a living doing it. Well, I've already taken a few steps to that end; I've written a shit-tonne, and not just since I came up with this particular plan. Book two is 80% done, book one is being edited as soon as I'm done with this entry, and I'm still chipping away at those bloody screenplays.

Now, I've taken another step. It's the first step in the second part of the plan. I bought a 23' Ranger sailboat on Wednesday. It's docked out at Lake Mead, so I've got about two years of sailing before there's no water left (who builds a city in the desert? I mean honestly?). She needs a little work, but it's work that I need to learn to do on a boat for when I eventually sell all my furniture and move aboard. . .that won't be this one, she's a little too small. But for the next year or so, I'll be learning by doing. The more I write, the more I enjoy reading what I've written; hopefully, the more I sail, the less likely I am to sink. . .