“Another day
Another dollar
Another footprint
in the sand…”
– Martin Sexton
Psst.
I’m still here.
I’ve been writing.
I wish I had another short story to share, but the work in progress has grown lengthy. Please anticipate it eagerly, but with patience.
And don’t take “lengthy” as a promise or threat about the finished product. I might lop off half the words or more before I’m done. Most of them probably suck anyway.
In the meantime, you can read “Sudden Acceleration” and “Federated & Amalgamated” again. I hope you will accept them as tolerable efforts from a beginner learning his craft. If you don’t care for them, it’s important to remember that I’ll get better. You must keep reading and follow my career development with interest.
I’ve been helped in my writing efforts by the discovery of The War of Art, by Steven Pressfield. Since I’ve long recognized Resistance as the oppressor, I immediately identified with Steven’s labeling of the enemy as… Resistance. I’m still a lazy, self-loathing procrastinator, but with Pressfield’s help, I’ve “turned pro.”
I’m writing.
I don’t really want to write about the writing, realizing it might be tedious for you, but I also don’t want to let April pass without a post. I’ve determined that one post per month is the minimum feeding requirement to keep this thing alive. (And it prevents unsightly holes in the archives month grid.)
Here’s my plan:
I’m going to keep writing and sharing my words freely. Writing every day and publishing at least once per month. For your part, please copy and share the words if you like them. (“Copying is an act of love!“) (Link love also appreciated.)
I’ll be perpetrating fiction and vaguely-defined “other stuff” like this newsletter and the recent “Jake the Bowling Mechanic.” I won’t be writing tech posts anymore.
I came up with the domain name of “Moving to Freedom” for this site as a nod to my desire to move from using proprietary software to free software. I still like the name because it works for just about anything. We can always aspire to greater freedom in different areas of our lives.
I want to find that freedom in words. And sentences of dubious grammatical correctness. And poorly constructed paragraphs. I want to tell stories that matter to me, or simply amuse me, and with any luck, you too.
Thanks for reading. I hope you’ll be with me, helping on this new move.
