The past half year has been quite a period of changes and reflection for me. One inescapable seems to be that rolling over and wrapping myself up in my own lucky circumstances and writing off the rest of the world simply isn't an option. I am and will continue to be an engaged member of our global community during my time, it is there and I can't hide from it. Hope is a survival strategy in hopeless times.
So now despite the feeling I'm little more than the sound of one hand clapping, I think I'm going to try and step it up - even try to go for some source funding so that I can finally focus full time on writing rather than this scattered interruption infested effort I live. I'm what I say I am and two, three thousand a month would buy me that freedom. Often it seems an impossible dream, other times I realize it doesn't matter, gotta try, take it one day at a time. What's the worst that can happen? More silence? Or perhaps the time to finally be able to really focus and perhaps really accomplish something I can be proud of.
Critique (and/or donations) welcome:
PO Box 56
Durango, Colorado 81302
( citizenschallenge at gmail )
And now I need to run off to another job - new one, who knows what surprises this one holds.