I Don’t Write Fiction In 2017


I intended to write an eloquent soliloquy in farewell to 2016 but my neighbors are playing their music so fucking loud that my dishes are rattling so let’s talk about that instead.

There are many compelling reasons to move away from the apartment life and chief among them is neighbors. Neighbors and their music, kids, friends with benefits leaving their cars all over the place, dogs that they don’t clean up after, and their sticky discarded mattresses in the dumpster.

People can be disgustingly annoying and adult human beings should not share common walls with one another.

By this time next year I’ll be writing from the breakfast nook of my new home in Los Lunas, New Mexico.

But a whole lot of stuff has to happen before that outcome can materialize.

There is money to make, contracts to sign, school to attend, credit to repair, land to be cleaned up and a house to buy.  The massive river of inertia is once again being rerouted only this time it leads back to the southwest.

The east coast is alright, it’s green, the squirrels are cute and the ocean is nifty but I don’t belong here. It’s not in my blood.

In 2017 Xavier and I are both going back to school. The time has come to sharpen the ax. In the meantime I am working in the print and marketing department at the nation’s largest supplier of stapler accessories.  It’s ok for now.  It’s consistent income which is more than I can say for the fitness industry.  I’m going after a degree in computer science though so the copy machines are temporary.  It’s not a bad job but I want more money, a lot more money.

I feel like I have underutilized my intellectual capacity.  I want to do something that makes me feel smart and pays the bills.  I’ve discovered plenty of ways not to accomplish this and I no longer have the wherewithal for messing around with mindfuck MLMs.  If you’ve been flirting with the disaster known as “home based business”, let me save you some valuable time and money with this one piece of advice.

If you want to make real money, learn real skills.

Peddling bogus nutritional products or whatever imaginary system that Empower Network sells is not a real skill and the longer you leave your hand in the fire the more in debt you’re likely to become. Are they scams? No, but they’re bullshit games of hot potato; passing the buck on a product that is inherently worthless until or unless you can pass it off to someone else by convincing them that you know the “secret” when all along it was only hypnotic smoke and unicorn tears.

So, like I said, it’s time to hit the books, to grow the brain, to work smarter not harder and to invest in our future.

Let’s call 2017 The Year Of The Wolf.  The year of strong connection with instincts and intuition, high intelligence, loyalty and communication.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go break my neighbor’s stereo.