After revelling in my success at finally beating 'Resident Evil 4', I've been hauling ass to actually finish 'Metriod Prime'. Because this way, you see, I don't have to worry about finishing writing my novel. Life's easier that way.
But last night I thought I'd change it up and broke out my old GTAs. And boy! Did I suck! I managed one mission in 'Grand Theft Auto 3', but may as well have tried gardening as to actually succeed at anything in 'Vice City'. Of course, I blamed all of it on clunky game play. Couldn't be me, nossir.
Haven't read much this weekend, outside of working my way through about a year's worth of 'Knights of the Dinner Table'. I've been thinking of submitting to them again, since they were such a dream to work with before. I mean, imagine: a publisher that pays on time and treats you well.
Apparently, the latest issue of Q Magazine, London's gay and culturally diverse magazine that I've just started writing for, is doing very well. My editor may actually be interviewed on one of the local call in shows. Unless a cat gets caught up a tree or something. Here in London, that's breaking news.
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