I’m travelling back home today, mulling over the weekend and trying to sort out my reaction to the book fair.
If you got here because of picking up one of my cards there, sorry for dropping you right into a patch of angst and a possible sense of ingratitude for the good conversations and interest we shared. In fact, I enjoyed meeting everyone, I have no regrets about my indie-book life so far and would still heartily recommend that path to anyone who feels so inclined, and I really respect the great folks at the poetry library for all they do. I’m just at a crossroads in my creative career.
That said, I’m looking at the next big event in my calendar, and it’s my trip to Canada, which reminded me that, hey, you know, I happen to work as a writer, which was just a dream at one point in my life. Yes, it’s business writing, but that works best when it has the qualities of good, connected, imaginative writing. Plus I have some projects going with my client where I even get to draw. I have great a relationship with my client company and all the people there, and I believe in what they do. Plus they appreciate my abilities and steadily reward me for using them. What more could I want?
So for the meantime, I’m going to give extra focus to that and use it as my creative outlet.
Since my days are already devoted to that, this opens up some spare time, so I can do other things… like learn how to drive.
Lessons begin on November 5th. You may want to stay indoors.