Daily Update: My Brother is in town.
I’m not sure if I’ll get my 2000 words done today. I did yesterday and it felt great. I’ll do my best and we’ll see how it goes.
Why? You might ask.
My brother is in town. We’re going to have dinner tonight. He had dinner with his boss and co-workers last night. I haven’t seen my brother since my father’s funeral. Inexcusable, I know, but times are tight. It’s sad, I know.
As I said, I did get my 2000 words in yesterday despite finding an addictive Tower Defense game. I won’t tell you the name because I don’t want you to get sucked in like I did. Lost a couple hours to that game. It was a good distraction, but distractions are distracting and I need to get back to focusing on my overall goal this year.
Putting down a couple thousand words per day has been good for the annual goal, though. I’m now better than 3 days ahead of my annual goal. If I stay on track, I’ll be way ahead. I like the sounds of that as vacations will happen later in the year ad I doubt I’ll write nearly as much during those times. It’s exciting to be two months into the year and still on target with most of my goals.
You may have noticed that Kance Encounter hasn’t dropped yet. Yes. I’m sorry about that. I’ve been writing far less fiction than intended and I do plan on getting it out there. Work on My Teacher is a Zombie was so much fun, that I may target this as my set of shorts for the year. I’ll have to bug Dan Dan the Art Man and see if he’s up for the challenge.
Yesterday I talked about my time in the Navy. A couple things I didn’t mention. In Jr. High I played drums in band. In High School I played drums in A band. My two best friends, Jeff Fahnstock and Sean McCoy and I had a three piece band called S.C.R.O.G. Inc and eventually we had a drummer Eric (I forget his last name). I continued with the drums until I got out of the Navy.
When I had to move from Florida to Colorado, I had to take a couple trips. They were long. They sucked. It was boring. Eastern Texas is beautiful. West Texas is 700 miles of nothing to look at and I went off the road more than once in my little car due to falling asleep.
When I was stationed in Seal Beach, Sean and Jeff were roommates in Long Beach (just North of Seal Beach) and we jammed a few times, but Jeff had his band and Sean practiced a lot. When I got out of the Navy, Jeff was still in Long Beach, but I didn’t want to go back. Sean had moved back to Durango, CO. I didn’t want to move back in with mom or dad. I didn’t want to go back to Durango either, but I didn’t have many options. I called Sean and the move happened.
Living in Durango as an adult is far different than as a student. As a student there isn’t anything to do except drink and get in trouble. As an adult, there isn’t anything to do except drink and get in trouble. The Navy taught me how to drink. Oh did it teach me how to drink. Me and alcohol never really mixed and it wasn’t until much later in life that I discovered this. But I digress.
Sean and I formed a band in Durango. I had sold my chrome and black drums for a sweet 5 string bass and bass stack. Sean helped me learn how to play bass and things progressed from there. I wasn’t great, but I got by. Mostly following along with the guitar.
When I got out of the Navy, I got a severance check. After taxes, that didn’t last long. I had to get not one, but two jobs. My first was working at the Humane Society. The other was working at a gas station on the outskirts of town. Both had their ups and downs. I love animals. I hated having to deal with what we did when we became overcrowded. I loved sitting and reading and taking money as a cashier. I hated working the second job because we closed up late. But these are the things you have to do to get by sometimes.
After a year in Durango, Sean and I packed up. We needed to move on. We wanted to be musicians, but there was little to no music scene in Durango. The only time any music scene happened was when our friend Jeff showed up for a visit. This is a long story. Perhaps I’ll tell that story tomorrow. It was a lot of fun.
We tried to decide where to move. The Grunge scene was just starting to break out of Seattle so we decided that going there was a bad idea. Any band that was going to make it had made it. Los Angeles/Long Beach we both decided wasn’t where we wanted to go. It was overcrowded with so many bands, we’d never get noticed. We decided to head down the coast to San Diego. We packed up all of our belongings, he packed up his girlfriend (my girlfriend could not leave town given her situation and it was sad to leave her) and we headed to where dreams and fortune would be ours.
Tomorrow, San Diego!