It’s been a long time coming here to meet you – a long time, on a crooked road.
The line is delivered while floating on a steamer trunk in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Hardly what most people would call a destination, almost a perfect example the opposite of having ‘arrived.’ Joe and Patricia are floating on that trunk after having been ejected from a sinking volcano – as unexpected a turn of events as one could probably imagine. The scenario certainly qualifies as a sharp bend in a crooked road. The scene is a wonderful illustration of the philosophy that life is a journey we can’t quite plan and as long as it continues, each step of the way is as much a destination as any other.
All this is a convoluted and referential way to announce that against all logic, I have quit my day job.
We can never really know what’s around a bend in the road until we make the turn. I hope that instead of starvation and ruin I find lots and lots of freelance writing and editing – magazine features, technical reports, web copy, press releases, creative nonfiction, ghostwriting, words, words, words, as numerous and powerful as Poe’s bells.
I don’t know what will happen, but I believe what Patricia Graynomore told Joe,
We’ll be fine.