Many years ago, when I was new to Los Angeles, I made a sincere attempt at a life as a professional writer. I achieved the goal, although it was just by the skin of my teeth. Most of my work was either for a certain company's packaging, or feature stories for a San Fernando Valley monthly, but nothing larger to speak of. However, a goal's a goal, and as I received money for my words, I get to check "professional writer" off my list of things to do before I die. Of course, now I don't have a "things to do before I die" list, so the point is moot.
And speaking of moot, here's a short story of mine that got published way back when, in 2002, when my life was more different: Everything In Its Place - it's not very long, and it was more of an attempt at art than story-telling, so if you bother to read it, bear that in mind.
And for those who have unreached goals, remember, the bell tolls not for thee, but the guy down the street with the BMW who never waves when you wave at him.
The Gift
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[Christmas, 1965 or thereabout]
The boy was very young; perhaps 7 or 8 years old. He loved everything about
Christmas - the lights, the music, Santa ...
10 months ago
1 Comments:
Stu - If you don't have a "things to do before I die" list, doesn't that mean you're going to die? Or, perhaps, it just means that you're ready to die. Either way, that wouldn't be good news for those of us who like having you around. I'll hope that it means, "I'm very satisfied with life as it is."
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