I was thinking a bit tonight while doing some writing. Back to the catalyst of The Primal Age Chronicles.
I was thinking of that week that I had to make the decision of if I was going to pursue fiction or screenwriting for the remainder of my masters. My heart was set on screenwriting(still plan to find my way back before I die) but my head told me to follow fiction. Issue was I hadn’t written any fiction in years. Thank you to two of my Mobies, Dana and Trilby for keeping me off the ledge that Rez.
I had originally mapped Foamers out as a tv show so I adopted those outlines and figured I’d be able to swing it. I am presently sitting here at 31.
I started the first novel nine years ago. I started the tv show eleven years ago. But when I made the tv show I drew characters from all my past projects to create the ensemble that exists today.
I was 21 when Kade and Dame were born, 20 for X, Ashton, and Mick, 19 for Tiny, and 17 for Victoria.
It’s weird to think how long they been fixtures in my life, and how they have changed as I have changed. It some times baffles me the worlds and people who only exist within the confines of my skull.
Writing, man. Nothing like it.
Justin Kassab 
To be sure, writing is a gas, isn’t it, Justin. I used to follow your blog posts years ago. They always seemed so arcane, though vaguely familiar and approachable. I think you liked my posts at the time, as well, though they were, admittedly, very middle of the road. I do have a dialogue-only piece you might get a kick out of. When you have a chance, you might give it a look-see. It’s called “Jason Lamar Kane’s Private Orbit,” and it’s at http://septuagenarianjourney.com/
Jay
Jay! I’m always happy to hear from you. You were one of the first to follow my page! I’ll check it out now.