It's coming. I know it. Winter is pushing its way south and I retreat before it. Our Beet Harvest Job in Montana is done and I've moved as far as Denver.
With a week visiting my Grandbabies near done... the urge to be moving on is strong. Weather is coming later this week but I won't wait on it. Maybe I'll get out ahead of it... maybe have to push through it... But I'll go. The desert and the work I have waiting there this winter is calling.
Work. The world demands its pound of flesh and I am not immune to that so produce I must. My good fortune is, almost blindly, I stumbled into that sort of situation where I get to do, for a living, what is a joy in itself.
Now, I still have a lot of work to do to bring it up to where it needs to be. My writing is not yet fully sufficient or reliable. (income wise) It sits in that tantalizing place of being juuuuust outside those bright lights of prosperity. ;)
For me prosperity is not riches. It's waking up in the morning, owning my life. Having some groceries in the cupboard, a little jingle in my pocket, the lack of crushing debts and the prospect of more of the Work that feeds my soul to keep me going.
I use the word WORK not job. A Job is just shoveling horse poop... WORK is the Art that feeds the spirit. Whether that be painting, writing, architecting, mechanicing, cowboying ... for some, Waitressing does that.
Whatever WORK feeds your soul, you chase that. You hone that craft to the sharpest edge you can put on it.
This winter that honing will be done brushed up out on the Arizona desert. I've a couple of Large Projects planned. Two novels are to be written one to add to each series. They're outlined and just sit waiting my arrival in the sunny south. Camped out amongst the creosote bushes and Paloverde trees... I'll immerse myself in them.
Sunny days, pots of coffee, miles of knees in the wind to clear my thinking when I hit a literary tangle ;) ... and come the spring, a fresh new pair of fabrications of terminological inexactitude from the twisted mind of a cowboy biker to keep the momentum of my publishing empire rolling.
Keeping it in the Wind
Brian
... Splitting the wind on a Motorcycle... Feeding my soul with the Healing power of the Open Road... following that twisting, Ribbon of Highway that leads me on...
2 comments:
Winters in Arizona writing and riding. Me thinks you got a good gig going.
I like the idea of work and not a job. You know the saying.....if you like what you do....
Brian:
If you love what you do, then you are one of the rare ones. Most often we just follow the crowd, or join our friends not really knowing our life's path . . . we find a job and somehow time passes and we take the path of less resistance and just stay because it is more convenient and familiar
It is not an easy task to find what you like because once a hobby turns into a full time vocation, then that hobby becomes a chore.
hope the good riding weather doesn't divert you from your goal to finish your series, perhaps it would have been better to be stranded in a cabin in Montana waiting for the snow to clear in the Spring
bob
Riding the Wet Coast
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