I’m writing this post sans internet, so it won’t be up till the morning when I’m sitting at my regular booth at Village Inn writing the next one. At some point I became the guy that has a regular booth, waiter, time of arrival, and meal at a breakfast spot. In a way it’s the guy I always wanted to be—the guy you see at the front of those old small town mysteries who stumbles on to something nefarious and tugs at the threads until it unravels, revealing itself as a great plot.
That, or I’m just a guy who goes to the same spot to write every Tuesday and Thursday morning and gets a thrill just knowing he’s living the writer’s life. Slowly I’m getting a great deal better at that construct, moving away from the nonsense of slow dying and moving inexorably towards a life of real happiness—not just from the three bright stars in my life, but in love and work and the deep practice of writing and reading.
And video games too. Lets not forget that, despite the hours of senseless button mashing, there is a wealth of creative storytelling to be found in games. I wish I had more time to access that—maybe the summer. Maybe I’ll design a summer research project around embedding popular gaming into the classroom (How I learned Math through Warcraft?). It comes down to finding the time and love to do the things in life that are good for your heart and soul. It comes down to finding the people to do it with.
Some Thoughts:
- I haven’t seen my dudes since I skyped with them Saturday morning. I feel like I’m impeding on their special time with their mom when I interrupt to call or to let them know that I’m still out here in the world missing them and loving them. I haven’t been with them since Thursday, which is the longest I’ve been without my kids in as long as I can remember. It isn’t a happy feeling to be away from them for that long. I’m crazy about those boys. I’ll be seeing them in the afternoon!