Countdown continues....
I have 10 days until I'm done at Spectrum Health. I was intending to leave for California about a week after that, but it looks like I need to be in Stockton by August 23rd. It appears that new student orientation is August 24th, so I need to be well on my way before that. With all that in mind, it appears that I'm going to have to leave Michigan by August 19th or 20th, probably the 19th. That gives me two days after I quit work to actually start getting ready. I may end up in a problem here, forcing me to leave even earlier because two days really isn't enough time to get all of this stuff done. I thought I had about four or five days more than I actually have.
I've been doing some background reading on the Soviet Union for the rewrite of my novel, To Touch the Unicorn, which is the one novel I have written three times already, due to the constant change in governments in Eastern Europe and the Soviet Union to Russia and surrounding governments. Now that I have decided to write the novel within a moment of time, the August 1991 coup period, I think I have the proper place to put this story. It does mean a change in perspective for the novel, because now I have a new reason for why the plot takes place rather than the James Bondian type of story that it was before.
I put myself out there on some craigslist entries to find a future girlfriend. A few people have written back interested. So, who knows? I certainly couldn't find what I wanted to find in Michigan. Perhaps California will be what I've been seeking all along. It's too bad because there was at least one person I was very interested in while in Michigan; she just wasn't. It's pretty sad when you find someone who is exactly what you're seeking, but you're not what she's seeking.
I still don't have my "official" acceptance letter from UOP. The communications department graduate advisor says not to worry about it, that I've been accepted because they've already sent me the offer letter for the TA position that I returned signed. He said the graduate department is just really behind schedule. But when you're moving clear across the country, it's always nice to have all the T's dotted and the I's crossed. Or something like that.
I'm in a weird writing state right now. Having finished the Ameriad, I have been in a writing hiatus period, but lately the ideas have been swarming like bees looking for Piglet and Winnie the Pooh. This happens to me often where I've finished a project and then new ones start to resonate within me, forcing me to start putting together ideas for future projects. I usually don't do anything with those projects for years, but eventually they come to the surface and integrate themselves into ideas as I never suspected would happen. My short story, "Wise Men Say" happened that way. I had a twenty second snippet of dialogue that ran around in my head for about three years before the whole gay bashing, three person perspective of a man with amnesia reliving a bashing incident from every involved character's perspective came about. It was, at least for that period, one of the more powerful stories I had ever written. Probably still is. One day, I still need to do something with that story. I've been considering putting together a collection of my short stories and trying to sell those to a publisher. I have enough of them; I just have to decide which ones would be appropriate for a higher level publication process.
I'm getting really nervous about this move. I know it's the right thing to do, but I haven't made any brave moves in a long time. I've kind of fallen into a rut where I've done nothing that involved taking any chances. I know this is good for me, but sometimes it's hard to see the road before you, even if it's right there in front of you. If anything, it's forcing me to throw away so much stuff. With much more to go yet. Although I refuse to part with any of my books.
Stumble It!
I've been doing some background reading on the Soviet Union for the rewrite of my novel, To Touch the Unicorn, which is the one novel I have written three times already, due to the constant change in governments in Eastern Europe and the Soviet Union to Russia and surrounding governments. Now that I have decided to write the novel within a moment of time, the August 1991 coup period, I think I have the proper place to put this story. It does mean a change in perspective for the novel, because now I have a new reason for why the plot takes place rather than the James Bondian type of story that it was before.
I put myself out there on some craigslist entries to find a future girlfriend. A few people have written back interested. So, who knows? I certainly couldn't find what I wanted to find in Michigan. Perhaps California will be what I've been seeking all along. It's too bad because there was at least one person I was very interested in while in Michigan; she just wasn't. It's pretty sad when you find someone who is exactly what you're seeking, but you're not what she's seeking.
I still don't have my "official" acceptance letter from UOP. The communications department graduate advisor says not to worry about it, that I've been accepted because they've already sent me the offer letter for the TA position that I returned signed. He said the graduate department is just really behind schedule. But when you're moving clear across the country, it's always nice to have all the T's dotted and the I's crossed. Or something like that.
I'm in a weird writing state right now. Having finished the Ameriad, I have been in a writing hiatus period, but lately the ideas have been swarming like bees looking for Piglet and Winnie the Pooh. This happens to me often where I've finished a project and then new ones start to resonate within me, forcing me to start putting together ideas for future projects. I usually don't do anything with those projects for years, but eventually they come to the surface and integrate themselves into ideas as I never suspected would happen. My short story, "Wise Men Say" happened that way. I had a twenty second snippet of dialogue that ran around in my head for about three years before the whole gay bashing, three person perspective of a man with amnesia reliving a bashing incident from every involved character's perspective came about. It was, at least for that period, one of the more powerful stories I had ever written. Probably still is. One day, I still need to do something with that story. I've been considering putting together a collection of my short stories and trying to sell those to a publisher. I have enough of them; I just have to decide which ones would be appropriate for a higher level publication process.
I'm getting really nervous about this move. I know it's the right thing to do, but I haven't made any brave moves in a long time. I've kind of fallen into a rut where I've done nothing that involved taking any chances. I know this is good for me, but sometimes it's hard to see the road before you, even if it's right there in front of you. If anything, it's forcing me to throw away so much stuff. With much more to go yet. Although I refuse to part with any of my books.
Stumble It!
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