Forward is the only direction

Forward is the only direction

The adventure never ceases. I went from traveling around the southwest to working on a small family farm to coming back to Austin Texas. I didn’t plan on any of it. Everything that I planned went down the drain and I ended up doing something else. I don’t know why I bother making plans, except that if it wasn’t for those plans I wouldn’t have headed in the direction that I did. Does that make sense? It’s not that I don’t follow through, it’s that something else comes up, or what was planned ends up not being feasible, or for whatever reason the journey takes me somewhere else. Making plans however, seems to be an instrumental part of the process. I am writing a book. I am almost done with the first presentable manuscript. It isn’t the book I set out to write. It is a completely different book. I am fine with that. At least there is a book that will get published before the end of 2016 of which I will be the author. That is the only thing that matters. … Austin has been difficult. Finding an anchor, a place to call my own has never been this difficult. I first arrived in Central Texas in 1989, and ever since then I have left with the intent of never returning, and always end up back here. Every time I come back, it is more difficult to settle back down than the time before, though this could possibly be just a trick of my failing memory. What is it about this city? Why does it seem that...