Way back when the pioneers were slogging their way into the Platte River valley from Kansas, they found a large island in the river, hence the name. Back then, it was a great big island, twenty-three miles long. What's that, a day on a horse? The US Army determined the up stream end of the island would be the perfect location for a fort. Of course, the Platte River was, at the time, known for being "a mile wide and an inch deep," but there was an island in the middle of it and an island is always a perfect location for a fort.

I should be doing a lot of things that I'm not doing right now. I should be getting a shower. I should be getting ready to get down the road. I should be acting responsibily.

I'm not.

But, I will as soon as I finish this.

I've started Chapter 10, but haven't gotten further than the first section. I need to write about a first date between two kids who look like "a couple of lesbians out on a date," to quote one of them. The other is a bit put out by the comment, mostly because he's been trying very hard to look like a boy. Well, he is a boy.

And, then, yesterday I started thinking about my next story, which I don't want to because then I'll have too stories going, which with my work schedule is not a good thing. I barely have enough time to write one story.

The way I'm looking at it the new story will be quite close to my personal situation, my story, maybe. It will be filled with a ton of lies, more deceit than you can shove into a walk-in closet, and a truth that can never be revealed. I'm beginning to think this might be the most violent story yet.

The problem with having a story like that is you have to work on it. Luckily, I'm focused primarily on The Artists. There is no block looming on the horizon, but I now have this other story that I think I'll keep in a dark corner for the time being.

Well, got to go.