Friday marks the last flag football tournament my eldest will probably play for some time. He’s moving into high school and in addition to trying to play tackle for a well known and ranked team, he’s already looking ahead to a complex slate of freshman classes and even to next summer when he plans to take Spanish (to get it out of the way). It feels like times are changing for all of us. We are moving into different realms of enjoyment and responsibility. I’m happy and excited to watch them grow into men. I am also terrified to see who they become. A lot of who men are is dependent on the things they are exposed to as kids and, as importantly, how they are talked through those events. I don’t know how good I am at such things. I know I could definitely use some work in the communication department as a dad. It is really odd that a dad who is a professional writer is often so trash at talking to his own kids.
In other news, I am taking a few days to get my life in order. Life maintenance, they call it. That work begins this coming week as I prepare for classes…
Yes, that was a joke. I would love to have a moment to do such things, but the way life works for me is more like a California roll than a stop to collect myself. I do know that I’m slowly compiling things to read and watch so that once summer is full upon me I will be able to slip into fantastic worlds and use the excitement of that writing and viewing to create magic of my own.