Saturday, August 2, 2014

40 years

Forty years ago, I was photographed on my first day of school. 

Shielding my eyes from the bright morning sun, I looked into the camera without the slightest idea of what the future held in store.

Recently I returned to the scene of that photo for a "half time" check-in:  if gene patterns held, half of that future had been lived and half remained. 
Again I covered my eyes, but now I looked up into a sky that held optimism and promise. 

Three years ago this fall, I took an inspiring writing workshop which redirected my energies from the non-fiction writing I'd done for many years to a then-moribund novel. 

85,000 words and countless re-writes later, I'm in the final stretch of edits, working on a book proposal, and diving into my next venture:  an MFA-Creative Writing program. 

Where will this path lead? 

I honestly don't know. 

Will I become a creative writing teacher? 


A grant writer? 


An editor in a publishing house? 


Will there be opportunities that I can't foresee? 


What I do know is that I'm excited about the journey.


  1. Great post. Enjoyed the pictures, and especially love that you hail from the "Republic of San Francisco." One of the most beautiful spots on the planet.

  2. Dan, I hope you do make it to 90+ years, hale and hearty! Excellent post. Here's to all the good journeys we take in our lives.

  3. This is great news Dan! So proud of you :)

  4. Good for you, Dan! Best of luck to you in whatever direction you go!

  5. Great to hear Dan I am very happy for you! I love to write and 2 of my kids are writers as well. What is it about us writers?

    Hopefully next time you are in town we can chat 608-745-8058. :)

    Jen B