Writing Is A Maybe

Mother,


       I know you haven’t been here since I started writing my book, started my website, or started grad school, but you knew that I wanted to do all of those things. I’m sure you’d be glad to know that I’ve followed through with all of them. Of course they are all still works in progress and will be for a while, but they, along with my family, are what keep me going. You were always there to listen to my immediate goals, short-term goals, intermediate goals, and long-term goals. I always had, and still have, so much running through my head.
      

       Maybe I could just be a professional conceptualist. I’ll just think things up and get paid for it. Well, I guess that would be an inventor or novelist or something along those lines. A novelist would be nice—work from home or from anywhere. I would just have to be good enough to write books people would actually want to read and make enough from that to support myself and my family.

       I remember you used to write all the time in your journals. You had a whole book shelf full of them. I’ve tried to keep a journal, many times. It never seems to take though. I can keep it up for a short while and then something throws me off track but I never get back on. I wish you could have finished the book you always talked about. The stories about your childhood and as you got older, worked different jobs and moved around. I’ll have to check your old computer and see if I can find it.

I have to go so I can get Alexis ready for school. Talk to you later.