The day is finally here. Yahweh's Children is available to purchase.
This is going to be a bit of a strange post today. No pictures of Spain, no travel stories or advice. Instead, I wanted to tell you about my novel. Well, novels.
It's amazing to think, if not for my sixth grade teacher, I might be an engineer instead of a writer.
We are the culmination of our experiences. Our experiences are the result of our choices. Our choices are the product of our temperament. Our temperament is a gift of birth.
I'm using this space to say thank you to those whose lives became intertwined with mine throughout this past decade, for better or for worse (for me, mostly the former; for them, mostly the latter). This was a solitary journey for the majority of the years, yet I didn't do it on my own.
10 Cities / 10 Years has been my purpose (in so many ways) for the majority of my adult life, and to that end I have focused all of my energy and drive. I've sacrificed so much on that altar...
For a variety of reasons over the years, I've held on to a great many items. Some for practical purposes, some because they function as a surrogate for my memory and, yes, even some for sentimental reasons. It happens.
There are, in fact, countless versions of my future. I don't know which one I want most.