the next

Television is so out, and it left good memories and a rich cultural legacy that is being ported to the Internet.Ok, I am exaggerating, and if I am not exaggerating, I am just being silly myself….  Still, this being “the next” and the pages where I communicate with the handful of friends who read it about what is indeed next in my life and what is going on right now that is creating the next, I felt the urge to share a few things that are on my intent list.

Took a taxi to the airport and was there much too early, and then almost missed my flight because the gate got changed and I was too immersed in my own thoughts to really notice anything beyond the noise inside my head….  Finally I made my way from the C gates to the A gates having to go through security once more and all the thrills associated with having the rivets on my jeans set off the metal detectors once more.

I have several story projects that I revisit on occasions and that are awaiting the right kick to be written, these are the stories that I want to write for some reason that can only be called obsession….  I can be just as content sitting out at the beach listening to the waves break at night like I can sitting in the garden smoking a cigar or doing nothing and watching the coming and going of the birds living their life.