In Transition...Again

Moving probably rates near the top of the list of things I completely hate to do...Not like moving as in not standing still (that would be awfully lazy, though sometimes that does apply too...) I am talking about the kind of moving that requires picking up all your belongings and dragging them over to a totally new place. Ugh the worst.

Now doing this in Arizona poses it's own set of challenges. After living here for 6 or 7 years now (I've decided to stop counting) I have moved 6 times...All but maybe one of these moves have taken place in the dead of summer and typically under massive emotional duress-break-ups and the like. Now, no matter what you may have heard about Arizona being a "dry heat" it doesn't really matter what kind of heat it is, it's HOT - plain and simple. Try sticking you head in a 120 degree oven (okay don't really try it) you'll get the idea.

That being said, I have one thing to be grateful for this time...I am moving in January. Thank God. (And there is no real emotional crisis this time..phew)

So once again I find myself in transition...not yet in my new home and not really in my old one. Even though I am moving no more than 20 miles away it feels like a a huge change. (I mean where will I ever find another Starbucks, Cheers-like dive bar -where everyone really does know my name-and Whole Foods within blocks of my house??)

I guess in the miles from here to there I will find new coffee shops and new dive bars to call my own. While the memories I have at my normal hangouts are a mix of good and bad, I guess I am ready to form some new memories in new places (and drive back to my old ones now and again).

Here's to another adventure....

A Writer's Quandary

So I guess it is about time that I actually created my own blog.

I'm not really sure why I have been against this whole idea for so long - kind of weird when you think about it, seeing as how I call myself a "writer" and all. I guess maybe it's because as a writer I feel obliged to shun any type of writing that doesn't actually appear on a tangible material - and by that I mean something in actual print - the type that smudges straight off the old-school printer -a book, newspaper..well pretty much any one of the materials that have been housing the work of writers throughout time - up to this point at least.

I understand that you can certainly argue that a computer is tangible too, and I can't really develop a great argument for that, other than to say - no matter what many people believe about the future of books and writing, you will not see me cuddling up with my computer, or any other electronic device, to read a book anytime soon. End of story-I even love the way old books smell and old bookstores are just the best - you can get lost in them for hours. I definitely could never get that same great sense of nostalgia while browsing a swap meet for second-hand computers..

On the other hand, I ask myself numerous times a day how writers could ever get things done in the days before the Internet. My job requires writing all day and for every assignment I work on, it seems that I am using Google just as often as I am actually writing.

Hmmm so what conclusion can I come to? I guess I am a bit of a technological hypocrite and feel somewhat like a 70 year-old saying something old-manish like 'these darn kids today..' But like the all-knowing Bob Dylan once said -"The times they are a-changing.."