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There's a certain connection humans make among themselves: It is a connection which binds emotionally and at points is so significant transfers to the realms of the physical. Such a connection I have made with family so that there words are an emotional physical. But I coax myself to believe that the cords of such a connection is blood. For those outside such cords I have yet to find what it is which truly attaches itself from one to the other. This is not simply attachment from one party but from both. Love and trust has come to mind, but are love and trust that physical. Are they really as tangible as blood? Is there really that much power in both?

At this point in life I have made these connections with persons outside of blood. They could be lover but are not. They are harsh. They are gentle. They could and do push their limits. But they have my best interest at heart (or so I've made myself believe) as do I.

This evening I'll be attending the Literary Arts Competition Awards Ceremony at the Dean William Lake Centre. It should be interesting, short and for me exciting. That is what it is, when in the company of great minds which I have come to respect.

I am behind in NaNo, but I am feeling extremely optimistic since I have yet to be stumped. At this point there is a lot of dialogue which for me is flowing rather smoothly. I like that. There are some points which feel scriptish, but I was working on a script some time ago though the gaps is rather large. I like it. I love it. I feel as though this is really my calling. The pleasure I feel when doing this compares to nothing else. It compares to nothing else when I am writing. A calm dwells in my soul, the worlds stops, all worries are dropped. I am at complete ease as my mind focuses, produces, expels that which it destines as greatness, as perfection.

This will end shortly as I have a pile of work waiting to be done, and a couple thousand words waiting to be produced, aligned and written. But first I most share my joys.

I've received a call from ABIIT. My acceptance package is ready. At this point in life I feel accomplished though not published, though I have yet to raise a decisive foot. I am on my way and I am doing it as an amateur without the help of he who is established and for that reason alone I might as well have been named the greatest of the greats on earth. I feel really good.

Thanks to those who believed, who praised to make me believe, who pushed when I contained no zest.

We are (aside from God) our own greatest strength and weakness.

To God be the glory.

Peace,