“What do you want to do when you grow up?”
The question was asked to all of us at one point. Where is your direction in life? Where are you going? What is it you want to spend the rest of your life doing?
The rest of my life.
That is a bit of time for one thing, one task, one GOAL. Seems too much for any one thing to take, a burden even Atlas would cringe at.
So perhaps instead of what do I want to do, it should be what do I want to do for now? Now I seem to be doing well as an engineer, part time writer. If I had a say, it would be the other way. Writing every day and consulting as an engineer. One of these days, no?
That being said, I was a web programmer once upon a time. Something I still dabble in, still mingle at parties with. I’d go back there too if it was something interesting. Database programming for corporate websites would not be my ideal.
So what do I want to be when I grow up? Well, since I don’t have plans to grow up, I suppose I have time to figure it out.
June found me in the desert. It found me in the car. June drove, occasionally, but only when I didn’t want to go that way in the first place.
June found the floor of my house after ripping up the carpet to install laminate. It did not, however, stick around to finish the job.
June brought a new motorcycle in my garage that I don’t own, but had to fix. It found my motorcycle in parts and ignored it.
June read a kick as Sci-Fi novel one morning at the pub, pint in one hand.
June called twice, and left messages, but I never called back.
June was a wedding outside with five friends who have never needed tuxes to stand by each other. It was hot, but we were prepared. There was dancing and laughter and re-arranging furniture.
June found ice on Mars.
June never found time for a blog post, which is why this is in July. Or at least, that sounds good.
June taught me capoeira angola, watching as I did cartwheels, ginga-ed, and laughed until my body was sore in new and creative places.
June reminded me I am still young.
My days have been full since last weekend, tests, work, all this real life. Last weekend I took off from all of that and went to a convention.
It was a new hotel for March, and they were not ready for us. They say by August they will have enough people, support, back-up support and even moral support, but we will see.
On Friday night there was Rocky Horror Picture Show by the Satanic Mechanics, a group I am familiar with. The show was great. Afterwards found myself and a new bunch of friends and argued, talked and drank about movies, books and of course, Godzilla.
I had a reading on Saturday at 3:00. I read two stories, Island in my Head and “Untitled” which I wrote that morning. I went to most of the readings. The reading rooms were great, but they were so far from the main part (aka, the dealer room and bar) that not many people even knew they were there. We will need signs for August, and whiskey.
Sunday Scares that Care did an auction for some collectibles. It was good stuff and for a good purpose. I wandered home, tired and ready to do battle once again with the real world.
Which is much more scary than anything I found at Horrorfind.