(Written on the plane on Oct 22; transcribed today)

Successful business trip that extended itself by several days -- boss offers to move me out of Support back into the traveling life.

So of course I read a novel all about the disaffection of life spent on the road, chasing frequent flier miles across the country, Denver its nexus.

I'm sort of living in this laptop from work, feeling unease about using it for my own purposes. If I really go back to this life, I need to do it right -- get my home taken care of so my time spent at home crams it all in.

But I have other wants, things I can really only acomplish if I'm at home. Therapy. Relationship. Writing class. Game night. I need to be around people, to feel that they are including me, keeping me going.

I'm reminded now of Niven's story about the coherence clubs -- identical layout in every city, people who travel all the time taking solace in the one unchanging thing in their lives, a sort of created home, cut off from the cities they're located in. He used it as a plot device for a story about lovers who can't get away from eachother. His transporters made it impossible to really get out of contact, much as the Internet does today. My exes are all on email or chat. Well, ok, some of them. We all will be sometime soon.

My adoring fan has been bugging me to blog.

My writing energy has been directed at a writing class I'm taking through UC Extension, and it's been pretty intimidating so far. For the past few weeks we've been reviewing the work of other students, and a lot of it was pretty good.

This week we reviewed some of my work, and people liked it! I was so scared that what I had wasn't good.

I feel like once I get the idea in my head, I can execute pretty well; it's getting the idea in the first place that's hard. My notebook and laptop have a bunch of one- or two-page short scenes or plot outlines that never got much of anywhere. The idea I finally settled on has some potential. Hard to say whether or not I'll pull it off.