Thinking, Drinking, and Doing

It's times like this, really early or late at night, when I tend to think very deeply.  Anyone else do that, too?  Times like these can be nice.  Time to just think, listen to music, and write.  Everyone's asleep and it's so very quiet.  I was just sitting here, trying to do my best Faulkner or Ellison impressions, and drinking tea.  Nothing fancy, just the Nestea powder that comes in a jar.  I've had much, much worse.  How bad can you screw up tea?

I just let my mind wonder for a few minutes.  I came to realize that, had someone told me a year ago that I'd be living a writer's life in a ridiculously beautiful city, I probably would have laughed.  Sometimes, I kick myself a little for not moving here sooner.  But things happen as they are supposed to, no sooner or later.  Packing up everything and moving any distance isn't exactly something you just do, but once the decision was made the weight vanished.  I feel so much better about things.  I don't want to sound like I'm bragging about my life, though.  I still get sad and frustrated sometimes.  The usual ups and downs.  Just the fact that I'm going through that, something deliciously normal, is more than reassuring.  Can you tell I want to major in psychology?

So, I've been organizing my craft stuff, too.  I've got a few things in production for Le Petit Aubergine and I'll most definitely post pictures when I'm done.  Oh, and I finally gained one Tumblr follower.  Huzzah.  That's about it for right now.  Today should be a good day and I'm totally going to relax and let it be.  :)