Up at 5 AM, it is a reminder of the life I used to live and the life that used to be. I got up this early in order to shuffle my kid off to In other odd news, since I made that post about all the possible teams in the AYF/NYS collab in AZ, the post where I got that listing has been removed. I wonder what it going on?
I am Moving. I keep on saying it, because the feeling of it is really settling in. I’ve been in this small town in AZ for nearly all of my time in AZ and I’ve watched it grow into a really warm and inviting place to live. Now I gratefully say goodbye and thank you to all that exists out here. It isn’t the kind of town you really come to visit–not unless you’re headed out to San Diego. So, this move is a farewell to a lifestyle of sorts. It is one which has run its course.
Back to writing Novellas. Should be signing paperwork for two in the coming weeks. I am excited about developing these characters. The best part about writing for me are the moments where I connect to the character and I can see them in their element and doing what defines who they are as a person. I love the ability to watch that unfold as a close quarters passenger. I am ready to make that happen again.
Back to wondering about my one true story. I am starting to wonder if I have more than one of those in me. I question if a writer’s one true story is actually a subconscious reflection of the culmination of their life experience. My life has been many things, and as I crest into this “second half” I feel like the first story is less relevant and the second story is starting to take shape.
These are not just some thoughts. In fact there is a connective tissue through all of it that I am starting to recognize in myself. I am a creature who does and thinks a number of different things at once. My thoughts are like a net cast far and reeled back in to capture what I can of the reality around me. All the parts are linked together to form the thing, but much slips through the netting.