I’m listening to Staind right now. It helps me focus when I’m wondering what to do with things. Nine Inch Nails does the same thing for me when I’m angry.
But, let’s get to the gist of this post, shall we?
Last July, my wife and I boxed up our house in Las Vegas in an attempt to get our kids away from the constant barrage of naked women on billboards and the way Vegas portrays women in general.
It was something we’d planned for eight months and we’d saved enough to move, get our stuff in a storage unit so we could later put it in a house.
Another reason we moved was so I could write.
This is something I’ve wanted to do since I the age of 14.
Today, I look at what I’m doing and as Neil Gaiman says, “I’m moving away from my mountain.”
I’m getting farther away from my goal of writing full-time.
I’m between two places, one that leads me to the mountain top, another that takes the mountain and places it under a pile of workout programs, supplements, and distractions that I shouldn’t have been involved with in the first place.
I should have known better, that’s the problem. I keep looking at where the road diverted and get sick.
I’ll be writing and ignoring things for a while. I love working out with these programs, but I want to be a writer.
I have an event in Dallas in May and that may change my mind, but writing is the reason we moved and what I’ve been doing has taken time, resources and money away from that goal.