Oh yes. Let me savor that wonderful word. RETIRED. RE-TI-RED. Retired. Re-tired.
Possible synonyms: Broke. Worried? Damn fool? What's for supper? Supper? Are you kidding?
Well, sometimes you just gotta jump. On December 29, 2015, I reached a birthday that shall not be named. On December 31, 2015, I threw in the work-til-you-drop-but-it's-a-paycheck towel. Nowhere near enough money saved. (That's a pretty big club these days). But ... what the hell. As Mehitabel the cat famously said, "there's a dance in the old dame yet."
Where to from here? Writing. What else? I am determined to give my avocation a try before:
- I die
- Working kills me
- Worry kills me
- I go broke anyhow
So, I shall resume promotion of my first book, Jane of the Jungle. This never really got off the ground because - you guessed it - I was busy working. And I shall finish the bizarre trilogy I'm currently working on, A New Earth. I call it "social science" fiction, because it is set in the near future with alien visitors and space ships and such, but it's really about how we are, here on Earth, now ... and how we change (or not) when our space age starts overnight.
Also in the works: the non-fiction work DEVIANCE, about my forty years in social work. And a sequel to Jane of the Jungle, which could be an ongoing nonsense ride of epic proportions. Wish me luck, and stick around!