Exactly two years ago today I started Relativity.
The first year was incredibly fun. I lost a job and landed a job. I said hello and good-bye to my friendly and not-so-friendly neighbors.
Maybe fun isn’t the right word. Nonetheless, I still look back on that first year very fondly. Especially because the second year was such a kluster-#%@!.
The months of November and February of that second year were so problematic, I had to take time off from writing, as my new job tried to consume me. Literally, eat me. However, in between those months I discovered something that would influence much of my year-two-writing: Voyeurism. Not in the way I would watch people through binoculars from the balcony of my parents’ beach apartment. No. Just observing, and then presenting, like I did in I’m a user, baby. By the way, that friend unfriended me eventually. It’s one of the downfalls of chronicling the life and times of the people and places that should remain anonymous.
And then, something else happened. Snooki, of Jersey Shore fame, wrote a book. I’m sure she didn’t write it, but she got to put her name on a hard cover, instead of just the covers. She inspired me to write Defrost and A rocket for our pockets, really out of anger. But it was enough fuel to get me to start writing again. And, writing like I had something to prove. Writing to get into grad school. Writing to shake the desire to smoke and then smoking to write. But really, and most importantly, writing because I loved it once again.
Cheers to love and Relativity!
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