Matt Sullivan

As another weekend -- and birthday ... thirty-four ... where'd thirty-three disappear to? Must have blinked ... -- and I find myself sitting on my oversized beanbag, with laptop in lap, busily trying to pen a few more paragraphs for the story I'm currently writing. This one will probably be called The Coyote, but I'm never sure until I see what it finally becomes. Things I write rarely turn out the way I initially envisage them. It's a good thing, because most of the enjoyment gained from writing is in taking the journey, and it is always more fun not to know where you'll visit; or where you'll finally end up.