It's been awhile. I wish I had a dollar for every post that started like that. I wish I could say that I was finishing a manuscript, but I've hardly done any writing at all.
Some of you remember me talking about the local band Breach & Entry. They have recently re-united, and they were in need of a bassist. I've been trying to throw my hat into that ring for awhile, but they were finally giving me some music to learn do a try out. (out of desperation, I think. I am a balding 36 year old, and they had tried three other bassists.) After a week of practicing, they decided to add their original bassist to the reunion. Honestly, it stings a little, but the singer is a friend, and I wish them well. That's where all of my free time went, and at this moment, I was supposed to be trying-out, but I'm writing.
I think it's better this way. I can write whenever it's convenient for me and my family, and I don't need to co-ordinate my creative time with other artists. Not to mention the creative vision – is it any wonder that most bands don't last very long?
This also frees me up to take a different position at work, since my current one lets me finish early on Fridays. (the rational being that I'd need to be free to play shows on Fridays) I have been working the cash registers for three years, but there's a chance to out to buggy's full-time. Yup, it's just what it sounds like: spending my days in the parking lot, bringing the shopping carts back into the building. It sounds horribly pedestrian, doesn't it? Like a job that a 17-year-old would have. But, I get a long leash, in that my every movement isn't directed by the supervisors, and most importantly, I get my head to myself. On cash, I need to be engaged in what I'm doing, or I make costly mistakes. In the lot, I can work on plot-lines, or just flake out! I hope I get it, it would take a load off my mind, and the exercise would be good for me.