and she was

Today I went biking down the coast and watched the surfers doing their thing, alternately pulling off heroic feats or eating a lot of sea water. I wove in between lots of tourists and family and everyone was happy at the sun, and the way the ocean makes waves, and the roller coaster, of course. It truly is a lovely roller coaster. I biked around and thought about how this is a pretty great place, even if it doesn't feel like home yet, and even if I was biking alone because I just don't have the kinds of friends yet to do that here, ie, the ones I want to spent an entire afternoon with, just them and me. It's a pretty place to be stranded.

Then I came home and had a nasty fight with E, and then we were all like woah, we haven't had one of those in a while. You know you love someone when you fight hard, because you care enough to fight the very best.

Sigh.

Then I signed some contracts for Pod Castle, who are buying two flash pieces, and I listened to some Escape Pod, and then imagined my stories being read out loud and felt all happy.

Oh, and I read a little bit of "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" and got all jealous at Foer for creating Oskar. He is a great character.

Sometimes I feel like the story of my life would best be described in really bold colors that indicated moods and most days would be really colorful.