Back, Yet Again ...
This time I was away, like, forever.
Did I give up? For a while, I think.
But - that's me - takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin' ...
I moved "home", which was back to Santa Fe. I have decided Santa Fe is my home. For most of my life it was New England, but I haven't been home in 20 years, and I had a decision to make. So I decided: Santa Fe. It's like Boston only weirder and friendlier.
I moved back from Albuquerque, which is so vanilla few people ever make up their minds about anything. Albuquerque is kind of like a giant strip mall, with ranch houses in between stores. I'm not saying it's a bad town - far from it. Albuquerque is a great town; it's just not as artsy and pretentious as Santa Fe.
And, I think I need artsy and pretentious. Yes. Truth time. I am an artsy pretentious person. Well, maybe not pretentious, but I need to be surrounded by some measure of sophistication and creativity. I need to say I'm from someplace cool. And who wants to be from Albuquerque?
(To the great city of Albuquerque: I'm sorry. I tried!)
Now I'm in debt up to my eyeballs and beyond, but happily
settled in Santa Fe AND Albuquerque. Still haven't sold my mountain house
But I made the right decision. As soon as I moved back to Santa Fe, the creative juices started flowing - or flooding, as the case may be. It took about six months to get settled, and then of course it was gardening season, when I always lose my mind; but now:
I am writing my a** off. I just finished another book, sci-fi/mysticism, and have started on the sequel. Also started the sequel to Jane of the Jungle. And have written a non-fiction book on my experiences in social work. Of the lot of them, the non-fiction is undoubtedly the most bizarre.