Today begins year number twenty-eight for me here on earth. Some part inside feels a little shocked I’ve lasted this long. The flow of words to the blog and the journal have shifted as of late to the background, all in an attempt to keep up with the ever quickening pace of life and the supporting thereof. A sad fact to be sure. Considering the constraints on my time, maybe having a roadmap of some kind will help make sure I don’t waste too much of it. Here are the best guestimates of what the next year holds for your intrepid author:
- The amount of road trips this year will increase, but I still won’t get across the Mississippi at any point. At least three camping trips, one North Carolina jaunt and two festival appearances have been confirmed already. Still, the majority are just the same old places I’ve already been to. Plans to save for more extravagant travel locations are already under way.
- I’ll continue to struggle with my bank account as I try to establish myself as a quality freelancer. Creek Bed Industries (and the clients thereof) will drain my time and energy all in the pursuit of a noble cause. Time for my side projects will directly effect my income, so sacrifices will have to be made on both sides of the razor.
- The small community of friends I’ve started to build in the city will grow, slowly but surely. They are great so far: suportive, fun and ambitious as anything. I should pick up a few good habits along the way, and I hope to impart some of my bad ones upon them.
- More time and effort will be given to writing fiction and non-fictional fiction. It’s already begun somewhere in secret. I don’t know what form it will finally take, nor have I decided where this tale will go. The subject matter will draw upon all of my life experiences, including the darker, juicer and at time illegal things I’ve seen and done. For that reason alone all the names will be changed and the details may be fudged for effect. I’m still debating wether I’ll attach my real name to this or give myself a pen name.
- I will go out to one of the riverside parks in Hoboken with all those paints I had to buy for the School of Visual Arts and actually try to paint what I see. Might as well put that investment to some kind of use. Besides, I could use some more wall coverings for my apartment.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
Tags: Personal
Road trips rule. Also, don’t feel obliged to change my name in any of your misadventures that were had in my company. I am actually sort of proud of that sort of thing!
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