Tomorrow I begin writing out microfiction prompts as a way to both get in the needed coursework and deepen my ability and practice in storytelling. Taking these courses is a way to improve my standing as an academic, but also to give me good practice in feedback and creation. I don’t know that I would get out of my RPG bubble on my own. Even the fantasy world I am shaping has RPG connotations as a crossover world to be used as a game setting. The work here isn’t game based in the least. Some of it is even non-fiction. Already I’ve been convinced to revise and then submit one of the fiction pieces to a magazine. I’ll do it, and we will see what comes of it. I enjoy being published, so to publish more and in more places is ideal. Eventually I mean to publish all kinds of writing that stretches beyond the stuff I am doing now. I do want to publish the book on creating and maintaining a youth football program. That one has a ton of value–especially if it includes offensive and defensive core systems and shows coaches how to create their own and build around a philosophy (or play concept).
In the meanwhile, I’m in the air, hurtling through time and space at better than 300 mph. We are well on our way to Spain. The next flight is 8 hrs and will get us there by midday. This flight takes us to NYC, where I was born and raised. I miss home. I won’t get to see it short of looking out the window as we approach and staring at an airport. I won’t taste the city air or see the people I love. That will happen again next year. It’s already in the works. This is just a brief layover.
It’s been 5 years since I touched down in the city where I was born.
42m to arrival.