LJ Post: My Glamourous Life
Mmmm, I have been neglecting this thing. Again.
Never mind. I don't really think the rest of the universe needs to be privy to what I did to celebrate the anniversary of Kory and I meeting. It was memorable in my books, and that's good enough.
Right now I'm still at the Eryie, taking care of little details while Babs and Dick handle the practical "hero" stuff. Changing kitty litter, making meals - ah, my glamourous life!
At times, Dick seems to think there's no real reason I couldn't be doing more. Taking a more active role. He's never said anything, but ever since New Tamaran, he's hinted that I've got... potential. I suppose I don't need supurpowers to do this stuff - Dick's the living proof of that - and I'm more fit than I've ever been in my life, and my self-defence gets better all the time. But let's have no illusions - I'm 45, and not getting any younger. It's not time to start.
And anyway, it'd be horribly unfair to Luum, having two of his parents risk thier lives on a daily basis. Although to be brutally honest, what am I doing here but risking my life? Corrupt super villain president, evil spy satellite (don't ask, long story I still don't have all the bits to)...
I used to be an actor. That was my calling, that was what I was happy doing. I had natural abilities and tallent, and it felt like I was doing what I was supposed to be doing. I have other abilities, other talents, but it somehow doesn't feel like I'm putting them to thier fullest use.
Though really, at the base of it, being a husband and father is enough for me. And I know what I do here and at the tower is important.
Maybe I miss the spotlight? Which is strange, because I always hated the spotlight. It was never about fame or recognition, it was all about doing the best I could. Proving that I could. Beating the odds of faulty brain chemistry.
...I'm officially talking myself in circles. Time to log off, and get back to work. Besides, Gypsy looks like she's contemplating attempting to eat a stack of print-outs, and we can't have that.
I should really contact the tower, see how things are going there.
HWAW
Never mind. I don't really think the rest of the universe needs to be privy to what I did to celebrate the anniversary of Kory and I meeting. It was memorable in my books, and that's good enough.
Right now I'm still at the Eryie, taking care of little details while Babs and Dick handle the practical "hero" stuff. Changing kitty litter, making meals - ah, my glamourous life!
At times, Dick seems to think there's no real reason I couldn't be doing more. Taking a more active role. He's never said anything, but ever since New Tamaran, he's hinted that I've got... potential. I suppose I don't need supurpowers to do this stuff - Dick's the living proof of that - and I'm more fit than I've ever been in my life, and my self-defence gets better all the time. But let's have no illusions - I'm 45, and not getting any younger. It's not time to start.
And anyway, it'd be horribly unfair to Luum, having two of his parents risk thier lives on a daily basis. Although to be brutally honest, what am I doing here but risking my life? Corrupt super villain president, evil spy satellite (don't ask, long story I still don't have all the bits to)...
I used to be an actor. That was my calling, that was what I was happy doing. I had natural abilities and tallent, and it felt like I was doing what I was supposed to be doing. I have other abilities, other talents, but it somehow doesn't feel like I'm putting them to thier fullest use.
Though really, at the base of it, being a husband and father is enough for me. And I know what I do here and at the tower is important.
Maybe I miss the spotlight? Which is strange, because I always hated the spotlight. It was never about fame or recognition, it was all about doing the best I could. Proving that I could. Beating the odds of faulty brain chemistry.
...I'm officially talking myself in circles. Time to log off, and get back to work. Besides, Gypsy looks like she's contemplating attempting to eat a stack of print-outs, and we can't have that.
I should really contact the tower, see how things are going there.
HWAW