It’s early Saturday morning and while I’d rather be snuggled in bed in a Nyquil-infused comatose state, I am instead up and wide awake. What better way to spend my sleepless time than by answering more of Calen’s questions, and believe me, the following two questions have forced me to put my thinking cap on.
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Where are you going?
Where would you like to be in five years?
At the moment, I am still comfortably stuck in limbo in my small home town in Virginia. I have expressed the desire to move back to my beloved Roanoke (45 minutes away), but for the foreseeable future, I just don’t see that happening. The biggest issues are my health and finances. My only option to get back to Roanoke would be to move in with a long-time friend, but I am not sure I could financially afford that. And then there is my health, which is deteriorating rapidly these days and I wouldn’t want to become a burden on a friend. I have another long-term option involving living on another long-time friend’s land, but that is still in the early planning stage and may never even come to fruition. So for now, I am going nowhere.
In five years… I would love to be living in a beach house in Maine somewhere, but realistically, I will be 55. My health may or may not have improved. My finances will definitely not have improved, unless I can begin making a living off of my writing, but after talking to a lot of independent authors, I don’t see that happening. So in five years, I may or may not be just where I am, or I may or may not be living in Roanoke or on my other friend’s land. I will still be writing. I definitely know that. I am leaving the door to possibilities open. What comes will come. For now, I will just focus on the here and now. One day at a time. One step at a time.
As the Fates Would Have It 