I received a book in the mail last Thursday called
"Things to Do in Denver When You're Un-Dead". Written by a guy named Mark Everett Stone. My best friend. A guy I've known since early high school. He was the best man at my wedding and I was the best man at his wedding. And he wrote a book that was published. The sequel comes out sometime this year as well.
Talk about jealous. In our circle of friends, each of us wanted to write a novel. We all talked about it. Mark is the only one who got off his ass and did it. This both depresses and inspires me. My wife - who has never really stood behind my hobbies - has told me that she knows I could do it, too. What's stopping me? Nothing. Maybe self-discipline. And WoW. Halforums. Reddit. Fallout 3. Etc.
I truly admire people who can finish the deal
whether it's publishable or not! Nick got off his ass & finished it. I can bitch, I can moan, I can critique. But in the end,
he did it and I have not. Mad, mad,
MAD props to Nick and his truly awe-inspiring accomplishment.