My eldest son just came back from his first High School homecoming dance. Lets reflect for a minute on the fact that I have a son in High School and that he’s going to homecoming. It has been an incredibly long time since I was a freshman, but I remember clearly that life fast-forwarded from the moment I hit HS till my mid 20’s. Talk about a blur. Seeing my boy enter into this period of life is satisfying and strangely terrifying. He is going to fall in love. He is going to find out who he is. He is going to fail at things and succeed at other things. This is his time of trials. This is his coming of age story.
We don’t get to talk about mine. It is very sad and fragmented. It is story fuel and why I tend to script fantasy novels about communities in isolation. Like every other writer, I’m probably trying to work some shit out.
What I am working out in my life right now is twofold. I’m trying to strike a balance in my personal life and a return to some sort of happiness. I am seeking a taste of professional passion–specifically for the words. I believe the two things are connected. Once I get right in my heart I can get right in my head.
Some Thoughts:
- Just breathe.