I’m not sure I recognize my life anymore. Everything about it has changed, since August or so. That’s why I haven’t written online very much since then. Finally, I have a moment to reflect on it, and to let you know what has happened, if you’re interested.

What’s different: I’ve got a new job, so work is very unlike the freelancing life I had before; a new apartment, and without all the bohemian roommates, a different lifestyle; a new book, although it probably won’t be published as intended… the list goes on.

With all that going on, there hasn’t been much energy left for the writing life. I abandoned some work, like the “Outside Talker” project I was so excited about before all this began.

I stopped shopping for freelance writing projects, since I stopped working freelance altogether.

I never did get started on the play I’ve been wondering about for months now.

I did manage to complete a book of approx. 50 poems, with much encouragement from everyone but I discovered disparaging things about the publisher I had lined up for that book. I’m not sure what to do with the poems, now.

There are a couple ideas for short stories floating around in my head, maybe.

A friend strongly encourages me to record a variety of spoken word routines with him, and with practice, patience and time, maybe something will come of that.

In short, there’s too much going on. Its no wonder I couldn’t accomplish much.

Maybe the time away from it all has a hidden benefit: perspective. As much as I would like to jump into all of these things again, all at once, it would be more productive to accomplish them each on their own.

My big spring cleaning chore will be to decide: what should I write next?

If you have any comments: which would you like to read next? I’m all ears.