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May 13, 2003

So there was this girl. And she was a princess. She lived in the land between now and make-believe.

One day she was riding the train. And the train hit something. Everyone died.

THE END.

All right. I guess I'll have to try a little harder than that to tell a real story -- meaning one that you'd actually want to listen to.

I've been writing. But it's not ready to share. It's May. It's a month since I've posted here. I'm still looking for work. My unemployment benefits run out in less than 20 days.

I had lunch with a friend who's been running his own business since before the high point of the Internet bubble. We were discussing the realities of trying to make a living as a web developer these days.

"What will you do if you can't make enough money?" I asked him.

He looked at me blankly. And that's when it hit me. The successful entrepreneur simply doesn't see failure as an option.

I will not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that leads to total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will let it pass through me. When it has past, I will turn the eye inward to see the path it has followed. Where it has passed, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.