T-Minus Zero

Well, this is it.

I’m quitting my job at the end of the year, and striking out to grasp at that most elusive dream of mine: authorhood. It’s been a long, long road to get to where I am now, and the road stretches only longer out in front of me. As with all cliche metaphorical roads, there’s not really anything at the end - just more road, lancing out into the dark, waiting for someone to walk it. You never really “arrive,” but you might select a promising plot at the side of a pretty little stretch and settle down there for a while. Maybe we call that “arriving” - it sure feels like it, I guess.

It’s been important for me to keep that thought at-hand lately, as I write and edit and establish a meek little online presence for myself. The idea that arrival is a false goal. Life is motion, after all - life is change. If you feel you have arrived somewhere, if you feel you are at your final destination, that’s when it’s time to pack up, ship out, try something new.

So, you know, that’s what I’m doing. I guess we’ll see how it goes. Feel free to walk this road with me, dark closing behind us, knowing that neither of us will live to see its end. I promise there’ll be plenty to look at on the way.