Everything good

Must come to an end.

Isn't that the truth of life though? Nothing good can last? It is something that is a continuous fact of life. I'll understand that one thing, if nothing else, that nothing good lasts forever.

I still have Mecca, so for those readers whom are seeing this and thinking I just had my heart broken, can set your minds at ease (if you cared at all to begin with). No, I am fine in the category of "love" so to speak.

Other things however don't sail quite so smoothly. On chopping waters my life hits breaks in the waves. Sometimes they are good, other times not. This happens to be one of the "not" I suppose. More often then not it is a not actually.

I found out tonight that my roommate will be moving to the east coast with her boyfriend come october. So I have six months to figure out what I am doing, before I lose my roommate and thus the security that she provided for me in someone who was reliable with rent and bills (unlike my last living situation).

The obvious answer to this, or perhaps not so obvious for those whom pay attention to how long Mecca has been in my life, is for her to move in and take Kat's place. Well, not in the most traditional sense. I suppose I have the six months to think on this, and wonder if we are going in the right direction, but I honestly believe right now, that it is.

I've made too many mistakes in my life, more then I can count and still remain in the feasible number of realistic statistics. Though I really don't think Mecca is one of those mistakes. She is the best thing to ever happen to me, in a very long time, and her being the one is not merely a slight possibility, it is a near certainty (though it is also possible I will look back on this in a couple months and think "you fucking moron!" -yes, I understand I can be gullible and naive in love, is it that scary?-). And no, I don't care if she reads this either, hell I read it to -her- as she sits behind me. Another growth in the relationship that I am able to write with her around me.

That growth may actually end up being a saving grace. If I can write with her around me, I may very well be able to draw upon her as my Muse. If I can draw upon her for that inspiration, without empathetically draining her (in the literal energy sense) I could probably begin to write in earnest, and as such, maybe get somewhere with my writing career.

Now there would be a shocker, if I could get somewhere in my writing career there would be far less worries for me to think about. One book sold to a publisher could pay for a few things. Granted it is also an expense for the first book. An author doesn't make that much money until their 3-4th novel. Even then it is only if the first few were popular. If I could manage salary on my writing (as opposed to selling books one at a time based solely on my own pocket fucnds) I would do well for myself and her.

Which means I would need a publisher, steady story ideas, an editor, among many other things. Insert pipe dream here I suppose.

Things will work out for themselves I suppose, or so Bobbi tells me. I'll be fine someway, some how. No...We'll be fine someway, somehow.

Peace out,

The Zodiak.

PS Afterthought:

Maybe I should start using Another Blog for writing....Would get more feedback on my work and it may get done faster. Wow...my first afterthought...I need help.