Planet Houston

It seems I really struck a chord with yesterday's post--no pun intended. One of these days I'm going to record myself and make it available here. I actually have a demo tape from my band days. I really didn't like what the band forced me to perform. It didn't play to my strengths. I had a few opportunities to have my own band, but the kind of time it demanded would have been overwhelming. Something would have had to give, and I made my decision. I can easily see what I would have been, an aging wannabe, playing the off hours of backwoods bars. A couple fans, a girl at every watering hole, a gaggle of ex-girlfriends and an ever increasing disdain for a world that never welcomed me to step higher. Instead I'm happily married and have two beautiful boys.

The dream I'm pursuing now affords me a simultaneous life. I put my kids to bed and wake up with my wife every morning. That's no country song.

Tomorrow morning, bright and early, I'm on a plane to Houston. It's a funny time for me. Even with my mother gone, my time is split in too many directions. My cousins, my aunt and uncle, my step-mother, my grandma, my sister and brother--are all scattered across suburban sprawl that covers a span of country that, although still considered Houston, is practically as big as Rhode Island. Heaven forbid I miss a freeway exit. I could be driving for miles before I can turn around.

So this is my sign off until Tuesday, unless I find myself in front of a computer with time to kill. Besides, I want to crank on my short story. There's a whole middle part to create. I hope to get some feedback from my writing class tonight, after I read them the first part and explain where it's going.

May the blog be with you.