A friend of mine died yesterday morning and I’m still trying to process that. He wasn’t a really close friend, not by any traditional definition - we did a few shows together, and didn’t really hang out outside of that. But I always enjoyed chatting with him when we ran into each other at events, reading his updates on Facebook, and I loved watching him on stage. He was an immensely talented actor and a kind and generous person as well. He was hysterically funny. As evidenced by the tributes filling my Facebook newsfeed, he touched many, many lives. He was one of those people who make a huge impact, even if you only met him once. I feel like there’s a giant hole in the fabric of the universe. I don’t even know how to process it.
Maybe my next update will be more about goals and progress, but I kind of needed to talk about this instead. And I don’t have any writing progress anyway. Wishing you all success in your writing goals and people who enrich your lives, even if they are taken too soon.