Today is Cuckoo Warning Day, but I am not cuckoo, so ignore the warning!
While today is Pee on Earth Day, and Peaches 'n' Cream Day, I will not whip out my Willie and pee anywhere but where I am supposed to, despite everything not exactly being all peaches and cream in the world.
For me, today, June 21, 2013, is the first day of the rest of my life.
A week after my Mid-April eye cancer surgery I chose to venture forth into unknown territory instead of staying at home. After taking part in a self-guided tour of 4 buildings in downtown Houston, seeing how the loft and penthouse crowd lives, and checking out the oldest continuously in use building in Houston, still in its original site (since before the civil war) I found myself sitting at a high-class bar in a fancy hotel restaurant, eating $5 mini-bites of breaded catfish, washed down by a Corpse Reviver #2, before a $35, 3-course meal lead off by a shrimp dish. In May I attended a pet blogging and social media conference, while also writing a daily 100 word story.
While it will be a year before I know if my cancer is in remission, and I continue follow-up check-ups and treatment in between, I am determined to move forward with my life.
I don’t want to just “settle” for the type of work I did in the past, though 17 years of retail would hold me in good stead. I believe I can do better and different, possibly related to my talent as a writer. I have a lot to learn on this journey and attending Blog Paws was just the beginning.
In the months I’ve been in Houston I’ve been thinking of ways to reach out and connect with the cycling community, the cat loving community, the writing and poetry communities, and even the journalism community here. There are a lot of cat related shelters, rescues and organizations but, as far as I can tell, no cat bloggers other than my friend in Spring, TX. There is a thriving poetry community here, with several open mic venues that I’d like to check out and perform in, just as I did in California.
With all the magazines in town and the newspaper, with its many community weeklies, I wonder if there are freelance and stringer opportunities for me to explore. I also have ten years of my material to mine for potential publishing opportunities.
Even as I consider all of this I still have to stabilize my living situation here by the end of September, at least. Dreams don’t pay the rent, or pay for Nikita’s medical and food bills…unless they come true.