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| The last time I held her in my arms. |
After much thought and reflection I've come to terms
that I am not a blogger, at least not a traditional one. Many of you have come
to that conclusion long ago and have moved on to greener pastures, or just
stopped checking for updates all-together. I don’t blame you one bit. A traditional
blogger… well… blogs every day, or at the very least, once a week. My last post
was on MONDAY, OCTOBER 13, 2014.
The last 2 years of my life have been filled with a number
of major life changes, some very high moments; getting engaged, buying a new
house, finding out I was going to be a grandfather - and some very low moments;
being dumped by my fiancé, having to sell my home, losing an aunt that was very
special to me (which inspired me to write Stella
that was published in Soul of the Universe), and losing my first grandchild to adoption. These are all things
bloggers thrive on, sharing the highs and lows so that their fans and follows
can share in their journey, and for the most part, I've failed to do that, and
for that I am truly sorry. That is because I am not a blogger, I am a writer.
Despite my lack of posts, and as the title of my
blog suggests, behind the scenes I have not been idle. I've completed nearly
33,000 words on my novel. I've mapped out and outlined all of the chapters,
including the rest of the trilogy that is to follow. I've written a short story
that was published in a book called, In
Creeps the Night. I've written a short story for the Writer’s Digest writing
competition. I've written several poems for various friends and loved ones, and
have done a tremendous amount of research in preparation of finishing my novel.
Once again, I have failed to share all of these accomplishments with you
because, I’m not a blogger. I’m a writer.
Since
May 14th of 2014, my life has been filled with nothing but amazing
memories and life experiences, including 3 major life events, all of which have
been the highest of highs. On May 14th, my granddaughter Marilyn was
born. She is just the joy of my life. I cannot get enough Papa time with that
little girl. I love her so.
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| Marilyn - taken a day after she was born. |
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| MareBear |
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| Marilyn with her Papa. |
On July 7th, I closed on my new house.
Between selling my other house and buying a new one I was homeless for a few
weeks. Luckily my good friends Kennon and Jolene graciously took me in until my
new place was ready. I love my new house for a number of reasons, but mostly
because it just feels like home.
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| Reba really loves running around in the backyard. |
And finally, on January 21st, 2015, I met
the love of my life for the very first time. Kim, (better known as Kianwi, and
now as Kinley Dane in the blogging world), did a fantastic job documenting
how we met and how we came to be a couple (So This Is Love), so I won’t rehash it here, but
suffice it to say, since my last post on Oct. 13th, between emails,
phone calls, texting, and Skyping, she has dominated all of my free time, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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| Natural Bridge Caverns, San Antonio, TX |
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| The River Walk, San Antonio, TX |
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| Texas Stars Game, Cedar Park, TX |
Again, as a blogger, I could have and should have
shared all of these amazing moments of my life with you all, but I didn't. I didn't because… let’s say it together… I’m
not a blogger. I’m a writer. Having come to that conclusion, I've decided
in the coming months to revamp my webpage to be less of a blog and more of a
platform to share my writing with my fans, and document the progress of my
novel, which is really what I intended on doing when I started this journey 5
years ago. That’s not to say this will be my last post. In addition to keeping
all of you updated on my novel, I will be sharing any interesting research I
come across along the way.
In 20 days I will see Kim again. In 20 days I will
start sharing my life with this amazing woman. In 20 days my heart will be
complete and I can get back to doing what I love to do most, and that is
writing. Since we have established that I am a writer and not a blogger, I leave
you now with a bit of writing; the true inspiration behind this post.
I've walked down
That dusty road alone;
Searching
But not anymore.
I have Her.
My heart has been
Trampled and torn;
Discarded
Won’t happen again.
I have Her.
The dark days
Have been many
Countless
Sunny days ahead.
I have Her.
Years march on
The end grows near;
Inevitable
I’m not afraid.
I have Her.
Michael A. Walker
Defying Procrastination
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