Guess who has spent the last 18 hours freaking out? Guess who gets to spend tomorrow driving from NORWALK to WESTWOOD, navigating the Keep on the Bureaucracylands?

I'll be bringing my Major Staff of Charm Government Employee, and my Ring of Protection From Annoying People In Line.

Here's hoping I don't get a critical failure on my attempt to get past the Kobolds in the Hall of Records, so I can emerge victorious with my Birth Certificate of Grant Passport!

Now that I've geeked out enough to calm my frayed nerves, I can take a moment to talk about something that has been on my mind the last 10 days:

I am the luckiest guy alive. I think I've said it recently . . . and I'm sure that a [ctl-F] on my main page would easily confirm or deny that . . . but it's more fun (and time consuming) to ramble on about it for no good reason.

So. Back to me being lucky:

I am doing something I absolutely love, and I've been very successful at it. Everything that's happening seems to indicate that this success will continue, too.

I am happier than I've ever been, because I have done this all on my terms.

Thing is, this is something that *I* wanted to do, unlike acting, which I started doing because it ran in my family, and continued doing because I felt like it was something I was supposed to do.

Anne reminded me last night that, a few years ago, we were talking, and I told her, "If I can't be an actor, I don't know what I'm going to do." I was scared, I was frustrated, I was depressed.

I love the process of telling stories: I love getting an idea, working that idea out, and developing it into something that hopefully doesn't suck.

I'm very lucky (some may say blessed) that I can do something I love, on my terms, and be successful at it.

And I have to say: I share this success with all of you who have bought my book, read my weblog, come out and supported me at a convention, written e-mails to me when I've been down, posted in the Soapbox, and . . . well . . . cared about me, and what happens in my life.

I have figured out who I am in the last two years, and it's not who I thought I was. This wouldn't have happened without WWdN, and WWdN is nothing without you guys.

So thank you. May your Ones always be cold.

We're all gonna get laid!