I may be ass poor, but...

... I have a pretty damn good life, I think.

And while my poor little soul has had some damage done to it in the past, it is still relatively whole. Twisted -- but whole.

I went to The Meeting. Sat at a table with about 10 other people while an aquaintance went through her Itinerary for her magazine proposal. As I fully expected, The Itinerary was shot to shit. She was barely able to keep things together, let alone on schedule. She would make a point or discuss a story idea, and suddenly voices everywhere would argue, shout and create three or four different conversations.

It was rather amusing.

It would have been much more fun if I hadn't been tired from earlier events of the day (nothing interesting... though on the geek side, I did get to see a teaser trailer from the game Too Human, which made me delighted). I gave my input and even a good idea for a regular feature (that couldn't be pitched to another magazine anyway).

Now I am tired. I am weary of talking to people, and being kind to strangers.
I am a full-time writer. And it's a fine thing...

Even if the pay sucks.