In my earphones the last book of the Expanse is streaming. In a distant window the Cardinals just delivered a massive sack to Rams star QB Matt Stafford. Maybe I should call him Matthew. Maybe I should do less multitasking. I’m sitting by the apartment window thirty floors up and taking in the fullness of the Seattle night. I’m thinking about the things I’ve written in the past and how I feel about that material. I am thinking about the things to come and how I feel about that material. I haven’t been an entirely forward thinking writer for a long time, and I truly want to get to that moment and get to that ideal. I am ready to be the writer I am meant to be and tell stories that are clever, entertaining, and force you to think. This is how I intend to be remembered.
Be remembered. Odd to have to consider such things, but I am well past forty and for all intents and purposes the oldest person in my family. The broken relationships with my parents argues that I won’t do much to remember them and I have to wonder who will remember me and why. It is worth considering at this point.
So, I write. If not to be remembered then to tell my story and because I don’t know how to not write. I just need to figure out how to write well. The novel is done and set to be published, so that is out of my hands. Anything beyond that is still in my hands. I still have stories well worth telling and the world has even more stories yet to be revealed.
Some Thoughts:
- Looks like the Cards are legit. All the same, the Rams are dang good too. The NFC is going to have a tough playoffs. AFC? Nah, Patriots are legit even with a rookie under center.