So, I'm married. In case you didn't know. The only thing that's really changed is that I call him husband instead of boyfriend. We've been together just about 7 years, and I can't remember what it was like to be without him.
Oh, and I'm in Texas now, which... is flat... and brown. I grew up in eastern Washington, and the entire area is hilly and mountainous and green, and here it's not. I grew up on a farm, with dozens of acres for me to traipse about around, and now I'm in an apartment on the fourth floor of a cement building surrounded by a shopping district. But, I don't know, it doesn't bother me at all. It's not what I'm used to, but I've had no problem adapting to it. I was sad for the first two days after we arrived, mostly because now I can't call Megan or Emily and ask them to come over and watch Doctor Who or Sherlock with me. Now, they might as well be on the moon. Ah, but isn't technology grand? I can still talk to them every day, which is almost just as nice as seeing them. Plus, I don't have to work right now; I'm still making plush for extra income, but for the last two weeks, and for the first time in nearly a decade, I don't have anything to do. At all. All day. Nothing. So, I've started up cosplay again, and couldn't be happier; I'm making my first costume in over a year.
And I'm working on my book, too. I am trying to work on it at least every other day, trying to push out at least several pages each week, but I've hit a bit of a wall in terms of where I am comfortable with it's flow, so I'm taking a small break to figure out what, exactly, I want happening upon the pages.
Ah, that's it, really.
Oh, I'm going to A-Kon in Dallas next month, as well. If you'll be there, hit me up; I'd love to have lunch or something.