full of moxie and viscosity

I'm having this whole "I'm acting my age" thing happen to me. I don't know when it hit, exactly, though my guess is Barcelona. I don't feel particularly OLD, just... my age. I don't feel 22 anymore, and I certainly don't feel like I'm in college anymore. I feel like when I WAS in college, I did have a mature perspective on things, or at least thought that I did, but I have experience now to back up the things I always knew were true. And I act my age, for the most part. I don't do things with that sense of reckless abandon that I once did. Oh, quit your whining, you know I'll always have a ridiculous spontenaeity and I can't imagine living my life outside my overwhelming impulsiveness. It's just that I'm not putting myself in danger anymore, not the way I did. I don't have the desire to "have good stories to tell." I have interesting things to say as it is. I don't need to spice up my conversational skills with outrageous tall tales. I'm tall enough as it is. And consequently, I feel very aware of other people's ages, all the time. I can see what years have done to people, and I can definitely see what a little aging could do to others. Now, back to the writing.

Novella update: I've edited 40 of 46 single spaced pages as of now, but I feel that there is still a lot of rearranging to do after the voice has been altered. I'm still shooting for the end of this week.