"...'The thing about sailing," she said, "is that, try as you might, you can't always directly go in the direction that you want to go. Sometime the straightest path is all angles...."
first sentence from My Name is Alice. I'm Hunting For Moby Dick
by C Anne Ford
.....(psst. I'm writing. )
"..... Jonathan had spent the last 6 years trying to get home. It should have been easy. The "to do" list. Go. Find job. Find apartment. Play deposit. Move furniture (or buy). Get groceries. Home. He did "go". Fall three years ago he and Sam had taken a whole week and flown the Cessna down to that tiny little air strip in the middle of nowhere. The guy that owned the airport lent them a car for a fee and they'd even contacted a real estate agent. It was beautiful. Not freezing and no snow like here in Vancouver. The leaves were beginning to change and there was that crackle of heat and sun right before the night's chill set in. They'd seen every available house the realtor said she had listed and even one or two that she knew might be coming up because of foreclosure. Sam had vetoed everyone of them. It took three more months before Jonathan found out why.
Sam was from New Orleans. Whenever they'd gone to see the "folks", It was like a tonic for them both. They'd even talked about finding a fixer upper on Esplanade. Something with a tiny front yard, lots of ironwork, a balcony, and a walled garden. They'd finally found the place and were in the process of finding financing when Katrina hit and there plans when poof. After all the excitement and then the let down, winter with snow and ice up your arm pits was too much. As soon as the call for teachers to help rebuild the NOLA schools came , Sam packed a bag and left.
'It should be easy.'
again from Call Me Alice, I'm Looking for Moby Dick
I am a writer.
I have that on good authority from an actual publisher. The kind that produce really good books. They said it but I already knew it.
I am a disinherited, sometimes broke, wanna be writer and poet.
For almost three years, I spent mornings happily writing in my blog (avg views/month 8,000). Life was good. Then the blog landlords "pulled the plug" and "vamoose" no more blog.
Now I write. I live my life with dogs in the middle of a forest (kind of) and I Blog