Writer's block? NO!

            I sat in front of computer. It had been about ten years, I thought to myself and yet I find myself working a temporary job in some temporary place. They call me a “permanent temp.” I mean what the hell is that supposed to mean? It means I work there with no chance for advancement. So, I’m fighting some new form of the black plague working on my second week in this brand new job when I discover- I hate it.

            Like I have hated my temp job before that one. It was in a sand paper factory working non-stop over time with endless weeks. I also hated the job before that one working at a successful chain of liquor stores for over six years. Before that it was a pizza place and then it was cell phone joint. All of them filled my life with the phase of “just for now.” That in itself ten years later seemed like some epic joke. Eighteen year old me would have pictured my elder self-living in a four bedroomed house with kids and a career.

            However life has led me another way. First off the person who said, “High school will prepare you for the real world” should be hit by a giant anvil and then run over by a train.  Because that line is a total load. If anything, it just made me more depressed about the real world and disenchanted me to harsh realities that already resided deep inside my bones. For the most part my life was as “real” as it could get. When you are in high school, hell even in grade school they discount your opinion as having no idea about life.

            The fact of the matter is life is as “real” as you make it. There is no enchanted moment when life changes and becomes actualized. Nothing really changes the stakes just get higher and you become a layered individual based on the outcome of various situations related to said stakes. I attempted the tried and true method of getting married going to school. The ended as most educations, tragically.

            I tried working myself to the top and ended up face butting a glass ceiling. The corporate factors tend to act diplomatically like ice skating glass dolls hocking rocks at one another.

            So, here I am back at the only place I will ever find as my true home and calling. Writing. My book, Reciprocity is due to drop any day now. And I can’t wait to finish my next book. I’m worried it might not be enough. But it  is the step in the right direction….. I hope.