In case you hadn’t noticed I have bought a WETFALIA camper van recently. I will be writing more about that later today but right now I am just pushing through the morning so I can get up to the van, which is at the shop in REDWOOD CITY. My publisher’s mechanice will be coming aroung there mid morning to collect the van and take it to HIS shop to smog it. If everything goes right I will be able to jet over to DMV late this afternoon and get new plates for the car. I am not counting on that but it would be nice, if worst comes to worst I can always get the new plates on Monday but if it passes SMOG today that will mean it is almost ready to hit the road.
Additionally today I am going to be working on a lot of internet stuff, ’cause it’s part of my job now ya know, and firing up ANIMATE a bit to flex my artistic muscles a bit so they don’t go bad on me. After a short week of cold calls I need the break and some creative release.
I learned yesterday that you should be careful if you give the address of your BLOG to your new girl friend, she might actually read it. Still I have survived that so far…
In the next couple weeks I will be revamping some of my other BLOGS to align with the way my life is starting to align with my unspoken plan for the coming years. When they go online I will be letting you know. I have been quiet for far too long and enjoy writing far too much to remain so. There have been external forces at work (life, work, trolls) but those I have learned to handle and now, as things start to gel even more, it is time to start exploring. Exploring the Highways, exploring life, exploring happiness and looking for that elusive quantity that is is such short supply these days. I am of course speaking of hope.
Faithful readers will have noticed that no matter how much life has served me Moose-Turd pie (which I will be making a tag on here…just ’cause I can) I have always gotten up and got on with it. My sister and I have a term for that quality that we both share…it was called DAD. From an early age my father instilled in us a level of resourcefulness and resilience that I never really appreciated in the flush years of the eighties and nineties, but damn if it hasn’t come in handy in the past 6 or 7 years. When I look around me today I see a lot of people who were as lucky as I was in this respect, and in the despair they turn to all sorts of crutches (Booze, drugs, chocolate, FOX news). I can’t sprinkle what my Dad gave me on them, like those little silver balls your Mom sprinkled on your birthday cake as if she wanted to break your teeth, but I can inject a dose of chaos into their lives vis my words and works.
Hang on, it’s gonna be fun!