2009-08-25 - 8:28 a.m.

Working in Pennsylvania now. Still living in Denver. I woke up this morning in a hotel in Nebraska thinking about the place I grew up. How it seemed so insulated from reality. There's a large part of me that appreciates, and even longs for a place like that, but it will never exist again for me. When I was in NYC last month, something else awoke inside of me. Something I haven't felt since the early days of living in kalamazoo. A comfortability in my own skin. That thing that anchors my thoughts to the center.
I've been pounding at another novel, the working title of which is "the straw dogs off division avenue." The street name is derived as a slight hommage to my experiences in grand rapids.
I had a wonderful time in New York. It was a necessary reinvigoration. The oilfield environment has worn on me for some time. Imagine if Winston Churchill were retarted yet still believed himself famous, and there you have the idea of what a company rep. for an oil and gas company is like. It's been quite the adventure, but it's lost even its financial appeal, which has been the only thing holding me to it for over a year now.
Making money is a small parlor trick. True fulfillment is the real magic.

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