First off, I am sorry for not updating this blog more frequently. It was my goal to update this a bit more often; then I began focusing on my own writing and the blog went to the wayside. Such is life; I’ll try not to let it happen again.
Things have been pretty exciting for me lately. The release of my first short story BROKEN went more or less as I had expected to go. The sales from the first month weren’t anything to write home about. I never believed they would be. It was more of a trial run so as to better learn the process of self publishing along with assist me to better set my expectations in the future.
I have been working on the follow up novel and have nearly completed a full outline as well as written the first draft of Act 1. Once I have completed the full outline (hopefully this weekend; read: tomorrow) the writing will come quickly as I will know exactly where the story is going and what needs to happen. Knowing where I’m going and being able to write quickly is important because I have some other big news to share that has been the inspiration for the title of this post.
At the end of this month I am moving back to Houston. I have lived in Phoenix for nearly 18 years so this i going to be quite the move for me. I was born in Houston and lived there until I was the ripe old age of 12. At the time the move to Phoenix was traumatic and took a lot to get used to; but it has definitely played a very large part in shaping who I am today.
The impending move has sparked quite a few thoughts to contemplate lately. The thought of “returning home” has crossed my mind. This thought begs the question: where is home? Many of my family would likely say that Houston is home to me. How can it be home when I’ve spent 18 of my 30 years in Arizona? Surely the roots of my family run very deep there, but the roots of me run very deep in the desert.
Another thing I’ve contemplated is the life of my mother. She uprooted her family and moved them to Phoenix just before her 30th birthday; and here I am uprooting my own life and moving back to Houston just after mine. I remember back on those early days in Phoenix and try to imagine myself being in her shoes. I’m reminded that, while the adults in our life may look like they have things all figured out, it’s much more likely that they’re just winging it and making the best of the circumstances they’re given.
Despite my cool and collected demeanor lies a man who has no idea what the future holds for him. A man who lies awake in the dark of the night wondering what the next day will bring. The unknown is exciting, exhilarating, inspiring, and terrifying.
I’d like to think that I’m moving forward to something new rather than moving back home. My future is as known as next month’s weather forecast. Things are going to change no matter the choices I make, so it’s my job to make the most of the situations I’m given.