Swaddle Yourself in the Path

It has, indeed, been over two months since my last blog post, and there’s a good reason for that.  Laziness.  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.  That was a two week period, even though most of it took place in the first week with carry over into the second.  Since then, we’ve been working, decorating, and driving around Denver; this town I’m not at all familiar with yet.  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.  Reading up on child and animal neglect and abuse and synthesizing it into a heart-wrenching and visceral thing.  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.  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.  So, that’s where I’m at.  Waiting for things to happen, nagging people to get things to happen, and continuing to write.  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 an unassailable feeling that we want to go back to Seoul.  We miss Korea, the people, the subway, and the bussle.  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.  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.  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.  I could write, listen to podcasts, and watch people’s interactions with each other without fear that I might drive off the road.  That’s liberation.  Not having to care.  And I guess that’s where I want to be professionally, too.  Focus on what I love even if I’m working on a project that doesn’t matter to me.  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.  I live for those days.

Hope you’re all doing well.  Sorry again for the delay.  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).  In the mean time, think about your path and ride it.  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.

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