I gotta stop doing this.

Six more entries counting down, by the century, how many days until I'll probably leave Vegas for the race? But then it was more than a year ago since I got accepted and signed the contract, and that year has, in parts, flown by. The eternal quest to earn enough money has sure made it zoom.

So. Since the last number (which, for those of you keeping track, was the two years and a day one), what's gone on?

Oh gods, a shit tonne. Some of which I'm not ready to write about. And probably legally shouldn't. But there's other, better stuff, so on to that.

I'm almost back in to writing. If writing is a cold pool in your backyard (not like mine last week. 90°? Seriously? Vegas is messed up), then for the last year or so I've been dipping my toe in. Right now I'm at the point where I've decided to get in, but I'm just at that awkward groinal stage where you know it's going to be unpleasant and you should just get it over with, but there's only so far your testicles can crawl up into your body to avoid the pain. But it's the hardest part, and then you're in-- except you forgot about the belly and nipples and oh shit that's cold!

So I guess using that analogy, once I get through this almost-writing spot, I've got one more hurdle to get over and then I'll be back where I was supposed to be a couple of years ago. Hopefully between this countdown and the next, there'll be a few count-up posts about words written, or characters abused, or short films finished...... a year and a half in the making, and Diet might almost be ready.