I'm well. Bit busy, as usual, but things seems to be finally moving, particularly in the writing department. I have made a restart on Outcast because the first (which is actually the second, yay for rewrites) was not going anywhere. I think this next attempt will work much better, and I'm looking forward to writing much more. It's less of a slog, currently. That's nice. In fact, I have a chapter to finish today, and I'm genuinely looking forward to getting it done.
My martial arts stuff is surprisingly busy. I have a self-defence seminar that I'll be teaching at the end of the month, and early next year, I'm talking to writers about realistic fighting. That makes me happy, on both counts. The first, because I really do feel that people need to be able to know a few things in order to better defend themselves, particularly women and minorities. Particularly now.
Other than that, life continues as it always does. My days are literally the most boring you could image. The writing life is not a glamorous one. It's simply: wake, breakfast, work, some leisure, sleep, repeat. That's it. If you're expecting lavish dinners with other writer friends or agents or publishers, flying places all the time, and lord knows what other absurdities people conjure for this life, it's not that. At all.
Though I'm a bit tired today (I did promise myself I'd return to my schedule of getting up early to go to the gym... but that didn't happen), I'm feeling quite content at the moment. Of course, I haven't started writing for the week, so it might not last.
On that note, I have a lot of work to do. Time to get writing.