Birmingham is a quiet city, and it’s quieter still in my mostly empty studio apartment. The view is pretty stunning though.
I’m still trying to find my footing here, but I’m not waiting for some magical moment of inspiration to hit me. It’s imperative that I move forward even if I am doing so half blind. I’ve been talking to some folks about starting a literary arts journal. I have ideas about what I want to do with it, but I don’t know how viable these ideas are. The writing workshop that I wanted to start is going to have to be on hold for a bit, and I am going to have to move to a one-on-one tutoring model instead of a classroom model. I don’t have enough of a public presence yet to properly advertise it and scour up interest. So it goes.
My own writing continues. I could be getting more done day by day, but progress is happening, if slowly. I’m a little more than 100 pages into writing my new novel. I have a few short stories I’ve started but not managed to finish yet, and if I can’t finish them, I’ll just start new ones.
Tym Cornell helped me get some good recordings of a few of my old songs, so I can start sending a demo around to try and get gigs. I’ve spoken to several people about getting a band together, and I have a clear idea of what the band is going to sound like. The next step is just to get together and play. I need band name suggestions.