Thursday, August 15, 2013

Hunting Schema

Hello Readers

Once again I am turning to you, as I did in the very first blog, from my home in Minnesota's Lake Country. Sometimes a dream gets deferred, forgotten, misplaced, vaguely remembered, and then, when tragedy strikes, it comes back to us clear and bright. And bit by bit, we find a way to make that dream come true.

This is a journey. My life is a journey. I am sitting quietly, peddling my written word as my wares, and preparing to take the greatest leap towards my oldest dream.

I remember when I was a kid, I knew I was going to be a writer. It was one of those things that we just *know* when we are little. Then I grew up, still thought, oh hey, I could be a writer, then gradually it became, well maybe, and then, I don't know, and then I was going to do this, or that, or anything else with my life, except I really did not know what I wanted to do with my life, so I was just going to go into the Peace Corps for a couple of years...maybe afterwards I'll have an idea...etc.

As you all know, Peace Corps did not last a couple of years. It lasted four months. Then I was forced to make up my mind, quickly, of what my next plan would be. A two year process ended up being solved in a couple of hours, and over the course of nearly two months, became a workable plan.

First step, which I am on now, is to earn money writing and selling written things to whatever will pay me for them. This has included transcriptions, articles, paid forum work, and Search Engine Optimization work. Nothing grand, but nothing too shabby either.

Step two, I am taking a vacation in the Dominican Republic. Just going to do it. Have fun. Enjoy what I should have enjoyed for two years in a few weeks. Do it with the freedom of a tourist and the friendships and connections of a Peace Corps volunteer. I figure after everything, I owe myself that much kindness. So I am taking the first, long-term, international vacation purely for fun in my life. No doubt that will produce plenty of blog material and I will resume my journals.

Step three is where I throw myself into the current of my fate and hope for the best. More specifically, I am moving to Puerto Rico. Details still TBD, but I may either select a pleasant looking town on the west coast of Puerto Rico I've had an eye on or a suburb of San Juan. There, I will find a job, an apartment, a vehicle, etc. I'll work to pay my bills during and write what I can and what pleases me by night and on weekends. I intend to do this as long as Puerto Rico pleases me. If it really pleases me I might not leave. If my writing work really takes off and I can support myself on it alone, I may consider other moves, but for now I am keeping my sights low and attainable. I haven't the heart for a second failure so soon after the first.

So, if all goes well, in two months I will be a Dominican Wolf again for a bit, and then a Puerto Rican wolf. Or should I give up the wolf act altogether and say I've become a chameleon?

The Minnesotan Wolf