It has, indeed, been over two months since my last blog post, and there’s a good reason for that. Â Laziness. Â Laziness and being massively busy with several things all at the same time.
As a matter of fact, in a two week span I found and started a new job, found and bought a new car, found and moved into a new apartment, and my wife found and started a new job. Â That was a two week period, even though most of it took place in the first week with carry over into the second. Â Since then, we’ve been working, decorating, and driving around Denver; this town I’m not at all familiar with yet. Â It’s been a lot to deal with, but that’s life, huh?
On the writing front, I’m now a copywriter at the American Humane Association. Â Reading up on child and animal neglect and abuse andÂ synthesizingÂ it into aÂ heart-wrenchingÂ and visceral thing. Â Hopefully a heart-wrenching and visceral thing that will land us more donations, but that’s neither here nor there.
There have also been meetings with possible investors, advise-givers, and artists in hopes that one of the many projects I have floating around in my brain ether is produced. Â At this point, it feels like a lot of impasses all at once, but it’s those difficult roadblocks that provide the fortitude to keep going. Â So, that’s where I’m at. Â Waiting for things to happen, nagging people to get things to happen, and continuing to write. Â Seems to be the way of most, if not all, writers, so at least I feel like I’m getting somewhere.
Coinciding this all this is anÂ unassailableÂ feeling that we want to go back to Seoul. Â We miss Korea, the people, the subway, and the bussle. Â We miss our friends and the connections we made. But, at the same time, we recognize that we’re here, with a new car and 12-month lease that will anchor us at least for a little while. Â There’s still that hope though, that in a year we’ll be back on Line 2 to Gangnam for dinner or the 730 bus on our way to the outskirts of Itaewon to visit Faysal and Misun or walking through the crowds at Dongdaemun to buy a new sweater or shirt. Â It’s so odd to thing that people all around me equate owning a car to independence, while I feel that riding the subway gave me the most freedom. Â I could write, listen to podcasts, and watch people’s interactions with each other without fear that I might drive off the road. Â That’s liberation. Â Not having to care. Â And I guess that’s where I want to be professionally, too. Â Focus on what I love even if I’m working on a project that doesn’t matter to me. Â There’s freedom in the confirmation, there’s freedom in being swaddled by my laptop’s keyboard and wikipedia research and Final Draft.
Today, I’m a copywriter and learning a lot, but tomorrow I’ll be writing for me. Â I live for those days.
Hope you’re all doing well. Â Sorry again for the delay. Â Hopefully I’ll write more now that I’m in front of a computer all day long (I just spit at my Acer monitor and IBM Thinkpad). Â In the mean time, think about your path and ride it. Â After all, if it weren’t for that positive thinking, I wouldn’t have written a book and I wouldn’t be able to hone my craft by writing copy all day long.