I’ve been in a deeply introspective mood as of late. Call it a result of my brief hiatus from writing (I’ve been needling away at a fantasy novel, but I’ve written nothing for print since the Shadowrun Returns Anthology and Shadowrun 5 Sourcebook). Yesterday’s discussion about relationships tipped me towards a deeper revelation about the connections between people and how we are all woven together. I coach a lot of sports and the joy of each of these pee-wee seasons are determined not by the quality of the players but the quality of the parents. Having just gotten hold of my three rosters for this season I’m excited to say it should be a great season. In truth, it may be the best I’ve had. I’m looking forward to working with the kids and forming tighter bonds with the parents.
This could be why I left NY in the first place. The opportunities for real interaction in a small town like Maricopa are so much greater than in NYC, even if it doesn’t always happen. At the same time the opportunity to have the space to close a door and slip away into the world of a writer is an equal draw.
I’m rambling, but I am also coming to grips with the idea that I need to share my words and whatever stories are living inside of me. Be it through conversation, blog, or story I have to let the words sing, because the alternative is to be swallowed by my own creations.
Some Thoughts:
- The rampant commercialization of the Hunger Games films is gross. Seriously. Cover Girl has a ‘Capitol Collection.’ That aint right.
- Life was so much simpler when all I had to worry about was if my girlfriend’s mom would let her out and if I finished my homework.