I was asked what I do for fun and I had to stop and ask myself, "What do I do for fun? Do I have fun? Who defines fun?" And I realized it's my fun so why do I care. I sit in coffee cafes for hours, book stores excite me, I read, I write. I read, I write more. I create. I recreate.
I run for clarity, to clear my head and fill my pages. I talk to the ocean, and yes she reciprocates. I vegetate for hours in my bed and in my mind; it's my life and it's my fun.