"Not much."
It's been a while since last I posted. A couple of interesting faces have shown up around here, so, it occurs to me, somebody's lookin'. Personally, I could give a shit. I renewed my paid subscription for this place today, though, and it's time for me to "get happy."
Or something.
Happy I'll never be able to do. That's okay. My father will be disappointed, my mother will die without grandchildren, but, in a way, it's not my responsibility to manage the bloodline. Mine was to get straight and get my business done . . . a thing of which I've failed miserably. Some who knew me when I first got on to AOL may remember my "6 year plan." Well,most of the way there now, and I'm not much better than.
What were my plans? "See publication." Did that. Still don't care.
That was it. My only objective in 6 years. "Get published." That's how impossible it seemed to me. Now, here I am. I have people who work in the industry on a professional scale who I can actually call friends. I know well published writers, and even, to some extent, became pally with a guy who I admired more than a decade ago. A very strange twist of fate indeed.
So, here I am, at the beginning . . . maybe my fifth or sixth . . . of something new. The only one that's keeping me from it is me. Am I good enough? I'm going to find out. In a way, i owe it to them . . . although I'll do it for myself.
Just under two years left . . . tick tock, tick tock . . . .
Menacing, isn't it?
Or something.
Happy I'll never be able to do. That's okay. My father will be disappointed, my mother will die without grandchildren, but, in a way, it's not my responsibility to manage the bloodline. Mine was to get straight and get my business done . . . a thing of which I've failed miserably. Some who knew me when I first got on to AOL may remember my "6 year plan." Well,most of the way there now, and I'm not much better than.
What were my plans? "See publication." Did that. Still don't care.
That was it. My only objective in 6 years. "Get published." That's how impossible it seemed to me. Now, here I am. I have people who work in the industry on a professional scale who I can actually call friends. I know well published writers, and even, to some extent, became pally with a guy who I admired more than a decade ago. A very strange twist of fate indeed.
So, here I am, at the beginning . . . maybe my fifth or sixth . . . of something new. The only one that's keeping me from it is me. Am I good enough? I'm going to find out. In a way, i owe it to them . . . although I'll do it for myself.
Just under two years left . . . tick tock, tick tock . . . .
Menacing, isn't it?