The Rollin’ Chateau

The Rollin’ Chateau

It’s so exciting when we take important steps forward. This morning, I took one such step. My road-trip has been foremost on my mind, as you might imagine. It took months to save enough money to buy my RV, then several more months to save enough to get it road-ready, and now I’m saving every penny so that I can sustain myself for four months without a job. This road-trip could be my way of experiencing a mid-life crisis, sure. In any case, it’s going to be life changing, and it’s going to be an adventure. One of the hurdles I’ve been trying to take on is my podcast. Why a podcast? And who cares? The other questions are: Who do I want to interview? What kind of show will have a broad appeal, and yet not be too broad? Do I want to continue interviewing storytellers, poets, novelists, and journalists? Wouldn’t it be fun to also interview winemakers, brewers, and chefs? And other folks? But how do I bring all these life-stories together so that they make sense? And shouldn’t I stick to what I know how to do? You know, writers and storytellers? Basically, what’s my theme? For the last six years, I’ve been part of a talk radio show on 91.7 FM for KOOP radio called Writing on the Air, where I have weekly conversations with all kinds of storytellers and poets about their creative process, and the books they write. I started out as an apprentice in 2009, and in January 2013 became the main host and producer. It’s been an amazing ride! One of...
A new adventure is upon me

A new adventure is upon me

So I’ve decided on a departure date. More or less. I will be leaving Austin, Texas, in October of this year. The exact date is not yet set. However, I have given my job notice, I have given the radio station notice, and I have given my housemates notice. This leaves very little room for a change. Sometimes, that’s just necessary. Some of the things that I will be doing when I am on the road: 1) Writing more: I’ve got a novella that I want to work on. I’ve got a medieval French novel I want to translate. I want to find my poetry muse back (haven’t seen him nor talked to him in quite some time). There’s a screenplay I just started working on with a friend of mine. Oh, and I want to write on this blog: book reviews, wine & beer reviews, travel entries, portraits of people I meet while on the road, and whatever else pops into my mind. (My friend Frank Leng designed this website, isn’t it cool?) 2) Podcasting: Specifically, I want to interview storytellers & poets of all stripes in every city that I visit. I also want to interview winemakers & brewmaster. I haven’t decided if these two will be two different podcast series, or just two expressions of the same overall search for meaning & understanding. The current name for my podcast is: The Rollin’ Chateau (my friend Ryan Lough came up with the name. I like it!) I’ve had six years of practice interviewing all kinds of storytellers on Writing on the Air for KOOP Radio. 3) Make...
Getting some new boots

Getting some new boots

A while back, I had this crazy idea that I was going to buy a camper of some kind, and go live on the road for a few month. This dream is just about to become a reality, and I am so excited, and a little bit scared. I won’t have an income for a while, and I’ll be depending on selling my books, giving readings, selling schwag such as t-shits and pint glasses to make gas-food-camping money. This crazy dream started at some point after I quit my retail job. I started as a stoker at 8 bucks an hour in September 2004, and when I quit I was a sales-guy making 50+ thousand a year. However I was very unhappy, and my soul was more or less being crushed, grinded to dust, and getting ready for the incinerator never to be heard from again. So I quit, and decided to become a real estate agent. I learnt two very important lessons during that 1.5 year of doing real estate: 1) I don’t want to be a real estate agent; 2) It takes long hard thankless non-paid hours for several years to start and retain a successful new business (which is what becoming a realtor means). This lead me to a long internal dialogue that began with: If I were to become a successful real estate agent in five years—making a quarter of a million per year or something crazy—and that I ended up on my death bed, would I regret anything? And my answer was a big resounding YES. I started putting two and two together. Why...