Long Time No See...

I could make all the excuses you want about not writing here for a while.

Most of them have to do with other writing projects.

Some of them have to do with different status changes in my life (relationship and employment wise). 

But this isn't really a place for excuses.  And I'm to a point in my life where I'm not really a huge fan of making them.

So instead, I will soilder on and come back to this place like I haven't missed a beat.

Easier said than done.

What has happened?  A lot.  So much that I don't even want to recap.  I just want to look at today.  Sitting at my desk, probably for one of the last times, before I have to move on to a new job.  A part of me is a little bitter, but I know there is something out there for me that is better than this.  I want to find a way to write for a living and this situation has put me a lot closer to that.  Got a couple of gigs writing reviews, at about a third of my actual income.

I may try to survive with my kids on that.  I may not.  We'll see.  I have some opportunities that may be coming up other wise though.  We'll see.

Da. moved to NM, and that has been strange.  It feeds the kind of wanderlust that I have always had.  The desire to get out of this shit hole town and move on to somewhere else, anywhere else.  The fact that he makes the fucking place sound like heaven doesn't help.  I just want to take my kids and run.  There are complications with that too.  Who knows what the kids mom would think, how would I make money, where would I live,  all that kind of crap.  So I stay sedintary and ignore the desire to leave, at least for now.

Speaking of the kids mom, J. is talking about moving in with her parents.  She irritates me, and I don't know where my place in discouraging this is, but who cares.  She will do what she wants, I need to come to terms with that.

I wish I could be more exciting today, but I feel blah.  

I want to see open road, kids in tow.  Not today though.

More tomorrow.

File under virtue, just for writing.

2 comments:

J. said...

God it's nice to get your letter. The ants over my hands and the termites in the walls have been getting the better of me. even in your brevity and shambles you come through with words that help me remember i really don't need to know what gunpowder tastes like. thank you.

Gabe said...

Gun powder tastes like ass anyways.

I'm praying for you, if that helps.

Fuck snow, and fuck wind.